All six. Their pants open, their shafts in their fists, their hands moving in slow, synchronized rhythms. Their faces pressed against the stone, their eyes straining through the gaps, their breathing heavy and regular.
"Of course, she looks hot," one of them whispered. His hand moved faster. "Her pussy might be loose, though. The boss has been using her all week."
"Loose or not, I'm going to save money to purchase her at the auction," another said. His voice was thick, his eyes half-closed. "I want to fuck her. Just once. Just once is enough."
"Indeed," a third said, laughing quietly. "After the boss is done. When she's sold. We pool our credits. Purchase her back. Take turns."
All six laughed.
The scout stood behind them. He looked at the six men, their cocks in their hands, their minds full of the woman inside, their loyalty reduced to a financial plan for buying used pussy. He spat. The glob hit the stone floor, wet and dismissive.
