Sierra found herself pinned between two men, on her own couch, one thrusting down her throat and the other stretching out her aching asshole yet again. She hadn’t even had time to chance out of her day clothes.

“C'mon, douche-bags, hurry up and get off. I want to curl up with a good book in my PJs and just relax,” she thought as the continued to plow her pliant body.

They’d been fucking her for at least forty minutes and been going on and on about the latest football game. She knew it was important to put out for any men that showed up, but she wished they’d be a little quicker about cumming.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s just take her back to your place and fuck her while we watch the game on that big TV of yours,” one said.

“Hells yeah! That’s a great idea!” the other said, followed by what she was sure was the sound of a high-five.

“Great, there goes my quiet evening,” she thought.