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He leaned in closer, voice low and rough like gravel. “Your lips around my cock.” Jesus! Bloody hell! My mouth fell open in pure shock. For a second I prayed this was all some sick nightmare I’d wake up from. My face burned with humiliation and fury. “To hell with you and your never-ending ravenous hungry cock!” I snapped, voice shaking with defiance. “My tongue ain’t tasting that pencil of a cock.”

Derrick growled, his voice low and dangerous as he strolled back toward the car. Grant smirked, his lips curling into an expression of pure disdain. His voice was slow and low, every syllable dragged out with mockery. “Ser-vant.” Derrick chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he casually dusted off his jacket. “What’s your name again?” Derrick asked, his tone light, as though he were genuinely curious. Grant’s smirk widened. “Grant,” he said smugly. “Ah, Grant. I’ll try to remember that,” Derrick replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

My legs were widely pried apart. He never showed me mercy! He almost destroys my pussy. He demanded that I call him a naughty name. He was pounding me roughly like a bulldog while I was yelling, "idiot!" "Mad fellow!" I was saying all kinds of naughty words. Even though he was rough, I think I love it that way because I get to have a taste of a black cock. The black cock is one of the best cock in the history of mankind. Black man tends to want makes you keep them forever, because of the way they will be handled,you will never forget In your life.

His face tightened with raw pleasure, jaw clenched, a deep guttural groan rumbling from his chest as he held her firmly against him. Toby’s cock was now standing straight out of his hips – a full 12” massive black cock, with a sleek, thick shaft, topped off with an oversized mushroom tip. He turned back to me and said, “See what I mean? All beautiful women deserve to enjoy their time in Jamaica.” His tone was low, smooth, and teasing, the words delivered with a seductive drawl that made them feel like an invitation.

Bambi's pov “Don’t stop,” I pant, drooling and shaking. “Keep using my ass, oh yes, yes, fill me up, all of you!” I was lost in all the haze until I noticed one man with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. He sits himself on a chair, jerking his length slowly, watching me with a lewd grin. He crooks a finger at me. “On me, slut. Show everyone how that cunt can ride.”

Krystal's resolute nod reinforced our commitment to follow his advice, understanding the necessity of maintaining a low profile in this volatile Following Krystal's lead, I followed her towards the bar, the familiar strains of Bob Seger's "Main Street" resonating through the air. The choice of music only confirmed what I had already suspected – we were indeed in a biker bar. In my mind, Fat Bob had always been associated with images of Harley-Davidsons, cold beers, and Tom Cruise's infamous underwear dance. Little did I know that tonight, I would be adding toothy strippers to that rather eclectic mental picture.

He said as I hit my cheek trying to hold myself back from laughing like crazy. "Ian, you are not helping." He whispered, then looked around and continued. "When I say cock, I don't mean a male chicken or ....what are they called...aha, a roaster. I mean, you know... That thing that hangs between a man's legs." He said as I stumbled and grabbed ahold of the shelves laughing so hard. "We get it Beta, so please stop saying this out loud. There are kids in here!" An elderly she-wolf yelled on top of her voice.

The man is divine, even under such awful circumstances, so heightened stress and with both our lives at stake. Nico cocks his head to the side; his lips turn upward. “So, you did like me all the time after all, huh?” Now he’s just being cocky and arrogant. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, you know me, Nico I could change my mind like the wind.”

I lived out every one of my filthy, cock-sucking fantasies and Coach Barrett simply rested his big strong hands on my head, trying desperately not to moan too loudly. I, on the other hand, had given up on being quiet all together. I was sucking and slurping loudly, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an audible pop only long enough to spit on it so that I could slurp the spit back up like a cock hungry slut. I was in heaven, completely cock-drunk. I was riding the mixed high of big black cock and potential discovery. It was magical, I had never been so wet.

Adam rambled on, "Oh fuck...gimme that gorgeous...fucking cock...yeah...yeah...just keep fucking me...like that...just like that...just keep fucking me!" As I watched my hunky boyfriend and roommate go at it, I was thinking about Marty's proposal and stroking a very solid cock...tall...proud...and ready for more. It's safe to say that steak wasn't the only meat on my mind...