Sexcetera - Episode 6

She peeled him first. Hands down his chest, nails dragging over each rib until his cock jerked against her stomach. They were both trembling, both pretending they weren't, when the rest of the room closed in. Five hundred bodies. One open cunt. The cameras kept rolling while the couple tried to look like they belonged. Her thighs glistened. His hands shook. Then the men moved in, a living wall of skin and sweat, and the first thick cock slid past her lips while another forced its way between her legs. The rhythm started slow, then turned brutal. She choked. She gushed. He watched, hard as stone, until someone grabbed his hips and bent him forward too. The floor was slick with come and spit. Bodies piled. Hands grabbed whatever they wanted. She took cock after cock, mouth stretched, holes dripping, her own husband getting used right beside her. Every time she thought she couldn't take more, another man proved her wrong. The air stank of sex. Someone laughed. Someone came. Someone else shoved in deeper. The couple stayed in it, shaking, marked, ruined, until the last man finished and the camera kept filming the wreckage they left behind.