All Chapters of P*rnstation: Filthy Erotica Collection : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The couch beneath me was completely soaked. My juices had sprayed everywhere, coating his stomach, his balls, and the cushions in shiny wet patches. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust and my nipples were so hard they ached. I could feel another orgasm already building fast inside me, that familiar pressure low in my belly that always led to a massive release."God Molly, your cunt is still squirting little spurts every time I bottom out," Tyler groaned, looking down between us where his cock disappeared into my swollen, puffy lips. "You are making such a mess. I love how sloppy and wet you get. Keep squirting for me baby. I want to feel that hot spray all over my dick again."I reached down and rubbed my clit in fast circles, my fingers slipping in the flood of my own juices. "Fuck me harder Tyler. Pound that spot right there. I can feel it coming again. My pussy is going to explode all over you."He gripped my hips tighter and started hammering into me faster, his balls slappin

Thick globs of cum from all of them leaked from my swollen, red pussy and ran down my inner thighs in creamy white rivers. My heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, my pink nipples still hard and sensitive from being pinched and slapped.Alex stepped forward first, his thick cock already rock hard again and pointing straight at me. He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. "Look at you Emma. Standing here like a proper bride with five loads of groomsmen cum dripping out of your cunt. Your pussy is a complete mess already and we are just getting started. You ready for round two or is that married hole too sore?"I reached down between my legs and scooped up some of the leaking cum with two fingers. I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean slowly, tasting the salty mix of all their loads. "It is not sore enough yet Alex. I want more. I want you all to keep using my pussy as your personal cumdump until I am overflowing so much it soaks through my wedding dress

I walked slowly down the aisle of the old stone church, my white wedding gown swishing around my legs with every careful step. I could feel the sticky wetness already starting to seep through the fabric of my dress, creating a small damp patch that only I knew about. My face was flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my makeup had been hastily fixed but still looked a little smeared. My hair was pinned back up as best as possible, but loose strands framed my face from all the rough handling earlier.David stood at the altar looking handsome in his tuxedo, smiling at me with pure love in his eyes. He had no idea that his future wife was walking toward him with her cunt completely filled and destroyed by his own groomsmen. The thought made my pussy clench around the creamy mess, pushing out another thick glob of cum that trickled down my leg.The ceremony began. I stood beside David, repeating my vows with a steady voice even as cum continued to leak from my ruined hole. Every time I s

I lay on my back on the soft grass, legs still spread wide, trying to catch my breath. My pussy throbbed and felt open, leaking Liam's thick cum onto the ground beneath me. The warm fluid mixed with my own juices and ran down between my ass cheeks. Every part of me felt used and satisfied, but the way Liam was looking at me told me we were nowhere near finished.He sat up beside me, his thick cock still half hard and glistening with our combined fluids. He ran a hand up my sweaty thigh and smirked. "Look at that messy cunt. I pumped you so full it is already dripping out. You took that dick like a champ, Sophia. Most girls would be tapping out after getting fucked that hard."I smiled and stretched my arms above my head, letting my breasts jiggle. "I loved it. Your cock is so thick. I can still feel you inside me. But I am not done yet. I want more."Liam's eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He leaned down and kissed me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth. I could taste myself on him

I closed the door to my office and leaned back against it, my heart pounding. At thirty eight years old, I had built a reputation as the strictest and most professional Dean of Students this college had ever seen. My auburn hair was always pinned in a tight bun, my makeup minimal, and my pencil skirts and silk blouses carefully chosen to command respect while still hugging my full breasts and curvy hips. But tonight, everything was about to change.It was past eight in the evening and the administration building was quiet and almost empty. I had stayed late specifically to handle Marcus Reed.There was a sharp knock on my door. I sat behind my large oak desk and tried to keep my voice steady. "Come in."Marcus walked in with that arrogant swagger. He was twenty one, tall, powerfully built from years on the basketball team. His dark skin glowed under the office lights, and his tight t shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms. He closed the door behind him and locked it.