The horns of the man at Janelle's mouth filled her completely, his grip on her head fierce and unyielding. He fucked her viciously, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with a force that left her gasping for breath between intense thrusts. Each stroke was a claim, a reminder of the power these strangers held over her. Her saliva and the special oils mingled, creating a sheen that glistened in the harsh lighting. The sensation of being used, of her mouth being invaded, sent her feelings into a swirl of confusion and growing arousal. The hands at her ass continued their teasing dance, spreading her apart but denying her the penetration she secretly craved. The man's fingers majorly teased her entrance, circling and lightly tapping, intensifying her longing. His breaths came in ragged gasps, hinting at how much he was fighting for restraint. Janelle felt every nerve ending electrified, her body yearning for the fulfillment that was being withheld. The contrast between the harsh intrusion at her mouth and the delicious torment at her pussy left her a quivering mess, her desperation evident. She became a figure of desire and submission, a spectacle for those gathered, her senses heightened by the knowledge of being watched and wanted.