AFTER HOURS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

NATE(the cocksleeve) 🍆🍆💦💦 Reed laughs. “Yeah, yeah, man, but he’s gonna start choking soon.” “Bet his ass will feel fucking incredible when he’s choking,” Ben groans. Eli’s nuts are pressed on my nose; Ken is working Eli through my throat; and Ben is making sounds that suggest he’s losing his fucking mind. I am so far gone that the part of me that usually runs a thousand thoughts has gone completely quiet. My cock throbs hard, and I leak so much pre-cum that for a second I think I’m pissing myself. I’m so gone that even that would be a turn-on. “Look at this pathetic fucking thing,” Eli says, flicking the head of my dick. “You’re so hard from doing nothing, you lazy cumslut.” Ben slams into me, really losing it now, his hips snapping forward like he’s trying to drill through the couch and into the floor. “He’s gonna be so loose from that,” Reed says, smacking my ass. “Come on, bro, ruin that tight little hole more.” “You hear that, doll?” Eli asks, his dick still p

NATE(the cocksleeve) 🍆🍆💦💦 This is what I want to be right now. Just a fuck-doll with a heartbeat. “Such a pretty face, all wet and wrecked,” Eli murmurs, jacking himself against my lips. He smears a streak of pre across my cheek with his thumb. “Came on Ken’ cock like a total attention-whore. Needy little cumdump. You love being our personal fleshlight, don’t you, filthy girl?” My cock throbs so fucking hard I think I might pass out. My ass throbs too, and I realize Ken is fucking me again. Every nerve ending I have is raw, lit up, and screaming. Having Ken’ cock dragging through me is right on the edge of too much, except it’s also the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Those two facts are fighting for space in my head, and I have no idea what to do with them. So I do nothing. I stay still and let them use me. “Bro, look at him,” Reed says. “He’s totally getting off on it.” It’s true, even though I’m not sure what he’s seeing that says that, because my body is locked

BDSM, ORGY, Degradation, Dirty TalkNate’s kink is to be objectified by four or more men while he tries his hardest to not make a sound and used like a flashlight by men NATE(the cocksleeve) 🍆🍆💦💦Ken’ cum is still hot inside me, and every time Eli shoves his cock in, it squelches. He fucks it deeper into my guts, grinding it around, churning it up until I can feel it dripping out around his shaft. The nasty sound shouldn’t be this hot. It’s gross. It’s filthy. It’s the sound of another man’s cum getting sloshed around inside me by a second man’s cock. But fuck. It’s proof, isn’t it? Proof that I’m not a person right now. Just a hole. Just a warm, wet, willing piece of fuckmeat they’re passing around.Proof that my insides belong to all of them. That Ken’ load is just lube for Eli, that Eli’s load will be lube for whoever’s next. That my body doesn’t even get a say in what stays inside me.My cock is leaking again. I can feel it smearing against my stomach, hot and sticky, ever

Nate (The Cocksleeve)Eli gets back to work, hauling me down onto his cock like he never stopped. He picks up the pace, plants his feet, and really fucks into me quick and hard, my body bouncing on his cock with every wet slam. His forehead drops to my shoulder.“Gonna fill you up,” he says quietly, just for me. “Gonna pump you full. You want that? My cum in your pussy?”Sweet Jesus, I’ve never wanted something so bad in my entire life. So much that I almost say it out loud. I almost tell him yes, please, breed my pussy.Ken exhales smoke through his nose, watching with his dick in hand. “Someone stroke Nate off,” he says, lazy. “Look at his wood—he’s been rock hard this whole time.”Reed sighs. “Fine.”He leans over, his hand closing roughly around my dick, and starts stroking.And then I realize it’s Eli’s hand.Oh, fuck.Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck I held it together through a dry orgasm, four dudes, enough cum to drown in, and approximately one million things happening to me simultan

Sub-Genre: Age-gap Romance, MFThemes: Slight BDSM, Slight Erotica, Lust, Stalker. MALLORY Sitting up, he circles my entrance with the tip of the gun, the metal slipping against my skin.“Oh my God, please do—” This time, my words are cut off from the feel of him dipping the gun past my folds. Just the tip, but enough to close my throat, only allowing a startled squeak to escape.He laughs cruelly. “You even sound like a singing bird.”I’d snap at him if I wasn’t frozen solid. I can’t look away. I just watch him push the gun inside me, my rounded eyes barely processing what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling.Slowly, he works the gun inside me, drawing out both pleasure and pain. I clench my jaw, shuddering from his ministrations but refusing to make a sound. I won’t give him that satisfaction.He works the weapon halfway in before the gun retreats to the very tip. I’m allowed a moment’s breath before he buries the entire barrel inside me. I suck in a sharp gasp and let my head fall ba