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“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

I ask seriously. "N-Nothing," he replied. "Ah, really?" I tightened the grip on his hand even more causing it to twist. "My patience is short, you too might be able to go to hell sooner." I tightened my grip on his hand again. He cried out in pain but his mouth remained shut. "Why, are you in pain? You really don't want to?" I aimed the gun at his penis. "Say bye, everything." I was about to touch the gun when it spoke.

They tied my hands behind my back so they could grab them for leverage. At this point my prostate hurts so bad because I was jacking off the whole time I watched them. Without any protest or resistance from me, they're inhibitions of abusing my hole we're completely gone and they just went as hard and fast as they needed. Each one took the turn of using me until they came. Once one guy came inside, the other would quickly slip in and start rhythmically pounding me, keeping me secured on their dick with my harness or my hands. All three of them came inside me and the first guy had gotten horny enough that he decided to cum again. They tallied my ass and started cleaning up.

"Ahhh... ahhh.. ahh, it hurts." Tricia's face was twisted in pain, as she could feel his d*ck rubbing inside her. In spite of her complaints, Carlo refused to stop penetrating her. "Sorry Tricia, I can't grant your request. I can't fight the pleasure... your tight p*ssy is driving me crazy. I might even get you pregnant. Maybe I'll just give you additional payment, so just endure the pain," he answered as he kept on going deeper into her. Carlo kissed her lips again and continued f*cking her really hard. They tried different positions, from missionary, doggy, and reverse cowgirl, until he cum on her p*ssy.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

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Jax groaned deeply, hands gripping narrow hips with bruising force. “Still so fucking tight. This hole was made for my dick.” He started thrusting immediately—long, deep, punishing strokes that rocked the entire bench. Each slam of his hips sent ripples through Alex’s ass and forced broken moans from his throat. The wet, obscene sound of cum being churned inside filled the air alongside skin slapping skin.

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