By now many men had focused on her crotch area like a bulls eye. She ignored it, blocking it from her mind. They licked it up like animals. The hands held her tight only allowing pitiful small amounts of movement that exhausted her again quickly. Hands shot up and grabbed her jean cuffs. On the back were small pockets you could hardly fit your hands in just above each ass cheek. Warm hands felt up her blouse ripping at her bra. There was more than enough space to cop a feel if you reached under one of her ass cheeks and up into her crotch area from behind. The front of her shirt now wet and cold. Breanne wore a black t-shirt that fit her snug and perfectly. The throng of hands would do the rest. As she was pushed inside hands groped, rubbed and pinched at her.
