Helena gagged and struggled to relax her jaw and throat as Trev shoved his cock between her lips once more.  It wasn't a blowjob, she quickly realized, it was just one more hole being used.  She struggled to breath around it, struggled to time her breaths, which caused her to lose focus on what was going on between her legs.  It became an overwhelming barrage of sensations as Jamal continued his brutal thrusting.<br/><br/>It was certainly an impressive sight.  Her chin coated in saliva, her eyes watering.  Her breasts bouncing.  Her underwear pulled to the side to reveal her red lips straining around the massive black cock lodged between them.  Every so often she would shudder, her entire body trembling, as her body reacted to the sensations.  It was less pleasure, and more need, a desire to be used, to be fucked.  Her body craved more, even as she was pushed to her limits.<br/><br/>She let out a shuddering moan as she was flipped and manhandled into a new position, no longer feeling like an actress, but rather being treated like a puppet.  She couldn't have tapped out even if she had wanted to, and could barely focus to a coherent thought.<br/><br/>Her jaw strained around the cock that was shoved into her mouth, and she could taste her own juices.  She gagged, but once more tried to relax and let him in.  She felt Trev slide into her, almost a disappointment next to Jamal, and gave a half-hearted thrusts back as hips slapped against her ass.  She felt like she was being spanked with each thrust, a mild pain that only served to build the strange need inside of her.  Then, she felt him cum, the second man to do so inside of her that day.  Rationally, she would have been worried, but lost in a strange fugue she continued to buck and rock her hips to milk every last drop, desperate for something that they didn't seem to be giving her.