The two men inside Janelle moved with increasing urgency, their thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. The man at her pussy gripped her hip fiercely, his fingers bruising her soft flesh as he rammed into her with wild abandon. The other man, at her mouth, fucked her with equal vigor, his cock swelled even larger, and she could almost feel his pulsed need for release. Their shared moans of pleasure intensified, a chorus of raw, primal sounds that echoed in the booth. Janelle felt the rush as the man inside her pussy grunted deep and guttural, his movements stuttering just before a hot burst flooded her depths, coaxing her insides to clasp and hold. The sensation of his cum filling her triggered a gasp that flowed into the other man's cock, who also plunged deep, his hot seed exploding into her mouth, coating her tongue and throat. As the initial rush subsided, a new presence made itself known. Janelle, caught in the aftershocks of her dual impalement, felt the crush of hardness at her hips, two cock heads seeking entrance at her sides. The men, eager and impatient, probed without mercy. Her body, slick with perspiration and oils, slid in anticipation of this new intrusion. As the pressure eased, she became aware of another cock tapping at her swollen lips, demanding attention. This new arrival held her mouth hostage, demanding an eager reception with relentless insistence. Janelle opened up, her jaw aching from the previous sessions, allowing this new cock to plunge through the hole, claiming her lips with a fierce enthusiasm. The cocks at her sides were a relentless teasing, hard and probing, tormenting her with paradoxical circling motions, threatening to pierce but denying the release. Her body, stretched to its limits, quivered as the demands of even more men surrounded her, wholly trapped in a whirlwind of carnal desires.