THE FILTH OF EACH MAN’S THOUGHTS REACHES THEIR EYES. eleanor watches it happen, wonder and appreciation shifting into something dark and urgent as every perverted craving had become a tangible possibility right in front of their very eyes. gabriel had given these men a fantasy and it was nell’s responsibility to deliver on his promise. one man is rubbing lewdly at the front of his pants, grunting as he begins to pleasure himself and the sound is so raw and animalistic, eleanor’s pussy drools desperately in response. she quickens her fingers as the men approach, her breath coming in soft, short pants. once the first man touches her, the floodgates are open and there are too many hands for eleanor to keep track. she finds him in the center of it all, her lust blown eyes seeking his approval as the businessmen grope and pinch at their reward.
gabriel pumps his finger into her so matter of factly, a careless demonstration of his assets that leaves eleanor squirming in frustration. when he presses his fingers into her mouth nell’s obedience is immediate, hungrily licking up her own taste. another man has replaced gabriel between her legs, fucking his thick fingers into her cunt with a loud squelch as two other men swat and slap at her breasts, tugging at sensitive pebbled nipples to make her yelp. still, she preens under gabriel’s praise, every compliment making her heart swell with delight. tight, soft, sweet. juice drips from her pussy, slick with anticipation of what was to come. she won’t speak to the men without explicit permission, leaving her unable to voice her need. her eyes wordlessly plead for more. anything more substantial than their exploratory touches. the sloppy digits pumping into her core miss every sensitive spot but she still moans prettily around the fingers in her mouth, performing for her audience.