The five men closed the circle around her with deliberate steps, their bodies shifting in sync with the pounding bass until Marcus took the lead, positioning himself directly in front of Nancy. His hand brushed first—intentionally, not accidental—against the exposed curve of her waist, fingers grazing the soft skin just above her navel before sliding lower to trace the edge of her skirt's slit. The contact sent a sharp shiver racing through her, her thighs quivering as a flush of heat bloomed between her legs, her pussy clenching involuntarily beneath the thin lace panties. She felt shy obedience war with raw excitement, her breath hitching as she kept dancing, hips rolling forward to meet the touch instead of pulling away.

Marcus leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear while the others tightened the ring, their shoulders nearly touching hers. "Fuck, look at these tits," he murmured, voice low and rough, "those heavy 44DDs spilling out of that tiny bralette, nipples begging to be sucked." His fingers pressed firmer now, cupping the side of her waist and sliding up to brush the under-swell of her breast, thumb grazing the sensitive skin where the jacket had slipped open. Nancy's body responded with a fresh wave of wetness, her cunt lips swelling and parting slightly, a trickle of arousal dampening the fabric between her thighs as she arched her back in shy submission, craving more of the forbidden contact.

Another man—tall and broad, his dark eyes locked on her—pressed in from the side, his palm intentionally sliding along her outer thigh through the slit in her skirt. The touch lingered, fingers splaying over the soft flesh, inching inward to graze the lacy edge of her panties where it met her hip. "Goddamn, those thighs," he growled, voice thick with hunger, "thick and smooth, just begging for a cock to slide between them." Nancy gasped softly, her nipples tightening painfully against the bralette cups as shivers of excitement mixed with her obedient stillness, allowing the touch to deepen while her pulse thundered in her ears. Sweat beaded on her exposed belly, trickling down to her navel, and the men's bodies radiated heat, their groins brushing closer with each sway of the music.

Marcus's hand moved again, slower this time, trailing from her waist down to the flare of her 46-inch hips, fingers hooking briefly into the skirt's fabric to pull it aside just enough for another man to complement her thighs with words and touch. "This ass is unreal," the second man said, stepping behind her to let his knuckles graze the curve of her cheek through the open slit, "round and juicy, perfect for spreading and pounding." The intentional brush ignited her further, her cunt throbbing visibly against the panties' damp spot, inner walls fluttering with need as she felt their eyes and hands mapping every exposed inch—breasts heaving, waist trembling, thighs parting wider in response.

The group pressed tighter still, bodies forming a heated wall that blocked out the rest of the club. One man's fingers trailed up her inner thigh deliberately, stopping just short of her soaked panties to trace circles on the sensitive skin, while Marcus cupped her breast fully now, thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric. "Your waist is so tight and fuckable," Marcus whispered, "and these tits—imagine them bouncing while we take turns filling that pretty cunt." Nancy's shy obedience kept her moving, hips grinding subtly into the touches, her pussy dripping steadily now, clit pulsing as waves of liquid heat spread through her core, every vulgar compliment and brush stoking the fire without release.

Nancy's shy obedience kept her moving, hips grinding subtly into the touches, her pussy dripping steadily now, clit pulsing as waves of liquid heat spread through her core, every vulgar compliment and brush stoking the fire without release. Marcus's fingers tightened around her breast, squeezing the heavy mound through the bralette until the fabric slipped askew, one cup tugging down to expose the full, puffy areola and stiff nipple to the humid air. "Christ, I'd bury my face in these fat tits and motorboat them while I finger that tight cunt open," he rasped, voice husky with hunger, his free hand sliding lower to palm the curve of her ass through the slit skirt, fingers digging in to spread the cheek slightly. Another man behind her pressed closer, his palm flattening over her bare belly before roaming upward to hook under the unzipped jacket, pushing it wider until it hung uselessly off her shoulders. "Fuck, imagine bending you over right here and slamming my dick balls-deep into that dripping pussy, stretching you wide while your ass jiggles against me," he muttered, knuckles grazing the damp lace between her thighs, rubbing deliberately against the swollen folds.

The men tightened their circle, bodies hemming her in with heat and musk, hands growing bolder as they roamed without restraint. One slid his fingers along the inner seam of her thigh-high slit, pushing the red fabric aside entirely so it gaped open, exposing the lacy thong that barely covered her cunt lips, now visibly soaked and clinging. "I'd rip these panties off with my teeth and tongue-fuck you till your juices run down my chin," the tall one growled, his hand cupping her exposed breast fully now, thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Nancy's breath came faster, her body trembling not from fear but from the electric thrill of their words painting filthy pictures, her shy core yielding as another hand tugged the bralette's other cup down, both heavy tits now spilling free, swaying and glistening with sweat under the lights. She let it happen, arms loose at her sides, hips tilting forward instinctively when fingers traced the waistband of her skirt and began working the zipper at the side lower, loosening the garment until it rode precariously on her wide hips.

Marcus leaned in again, his lips brushing her temple as his hand slipped inside the loosened skirt from behind, cupping the full globe of her ass cheek and squeezing the soft flesh. "Picture us taking turns stuffing that pretty cunt full, one cock after another pounding you deep while you moan around the next one in your mouth," he said, voice thick, his fingers edging closer to the cleft of her ass, teasing the crease. A different man from the side traced slow circles around her exposed navel before sliding his palm up to heft the underside of her left breast, lifting and dropping it to watch the jiggle, the bralette now twisted uselessly around her ribs. "God, I'd fuck these tits hard, slide my thick dick between them and cum all over your face and neck," he hissed, his other hand roaming freely to the front of her panties, pressing two fingers against the slick fabric to feel the heat and wetness of her parted cunt lips. Nancy shivered with mounting excitement, her thighs parting wider on their own as the skirt slipped another inch, the men’s touches deranging every layer—jacket askew, bralette bunched, skirt gaping—yet she stayed still, pulse racing at the thought of where their hands and words might lead next.

The group’s bodies pressed in tighter still, groins brushing her thighs and ass with each sway, the music pulsing around them like a private rhythm. One man’s hand slipped under the front of her skirt entirely, fingers gliding over the soaked crotch of her panties to stroke the length of her slit through the lace, the wet sound barely audible over the bass. "We’d lay you out on the floor and spread those thick thighs wide, taking turns licking that swollen clit until you scream," he whispered hotly against her ear, his free hand roaming up to tug at the jacket’s sleeve, pulling it further down one arm until it dangled. Another cupped both her bare tits now, kneading them roughly, thumbs flicking the nipples in rhythm with the beat while he murmured, "I’d suck these big nipples raw while someone else fingers your ass open, getting you ready to take a cock there too." Nancy’s excitement built hotter, her body arching into the roaming hands without resistance, the deranged clothes leaving her more exposed with every passing second, her mind alive with anticipation of the fantasies they kept voicing.

Marcus’s hand finally dipped fully inside her panties from the back, two fingers sliding between her ass cheeks to brush the tight pucker while his thumb pressed against the soaked entrance of her cunt from behind. "Imagine us all cumming inside you, filling that pussy and ass until it leaks down your thighs," he growled, the words sending fresh arousal trickling over his knuckles. The others’ hands kept moving, one tugging the skirt zipper the rest of the way so the garment hung open at the side, another pinching and rolling her exposed nipples, every touch free and claiming as they layered on more crude fantasies of pounding her, stretching her, using every curve of her body. Nancy remained caught in the circle, heart hammering with shy thrill, clothes twisted and displaced, her excitement swelling at the promise of what their hands might do next as the circle held her tight.

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