Mirko's Frustration Grown to a Decibel

Mirko's frustration grew to an ear-splitting decibel. Men jockeyed for position, between my legs, below and behind me. The air in the room became muggy. My skin slick with sweat and cum. I didn't hate what was happening to me. It only hurt when someone's full body weight came down on top of me, crushed me against the hardwood. Mirko raged somewhere I left, his teeth snapping in the air and then over-flash. More men began shifting from every direction, fighting to either fuck me or defend themselves. They'd all turned on one another. A frenzy of fur and teeth and cocks, all fighting for what they