He licked the cotton. The wet spot grew. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, tasting her through it, his tongue pressing the damp cloth against her virgin slit. "Mmm. Virgin pussy juice. I can taste it through the cloth. She's wet. The bitch is wet."
Hua's mind was breaking. She could feel everything — the tongue against her panties, the mouth on her nipple, the cock choking her throat. She wanted to scream. Nothing came out but muffled gurgles and the tears that wouldn't stop.
"Let's get these off," the scarred man said, lifting his mouth from her breast with a wet sound. He grabbed her panties and pulled.
The cotton tore.
Her pussy was exposed — virgin, untouched, a thin line of dark hair above pale pink lips that glistened with involuntary arousal from the forced stimulation. The men stared.
"Fuck," the fat man breathed. "Look at that tight little cunt. Like it was made for us."
