The man at Janelle's mouth suddenly tensed, his grip in her hair tightening as he thrust in one last time, deep into her throat. He held her there, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he released a torrent of hot cum. Janelle swallowed instinctively, her throat constricting around his length, drinking him down as he groaned in relief. As he finally withdrew, she gasped for air, her throat raw and sensitive to the brink. The man at her pussy, who had been teasing her with maddening proximity, decided it was time to end her torment. Gently, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her entrance, slowly sliding in inch by agonizing inch. He was big, much too big for her small frame. Janelle felt a burning stretch as he invaded her, claiming her inch by inch with deliberate care. Her pussy stretched around him, the sensation of being filled completely overwhelming her senses. Each push forward was slow and merciless, ensuring she felt every inch of his impressive length as he settled inside her. In the midst of this new invasion, a replacement cock nudged at her lips. Another man, drawn by the sight and sounds of her ordeal, was ready to use her mouth. Janelle opened wide without hesitation, her jaw already sore from the previous encounter. With the sensation of being filled at both ends, Janelle was now truly spit-roasted, a point of transaction between the two men. The dual assault on her senses was almost too much to bear, a relentless, pleasurable torment. Each man moved with a rhythm that both complemented and contradicted the other, leaving Janelle to grapple with a mix of overwhelming sensation and restraint. Her body, now stretched and used, hummed with a buildup of tension, the threat of an orgasm hanging like a tantalizing promise. However, it was tethered to a cruel game of anticipation, leaving her to ride the waves of pleasure and pain in perfect, bound unity.