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Eric was close, almost uncomfortably so, staring up a few inches from where his wife's pussy was being practically split open by Dex's cock. "God, baby, his cock is so perfect," Vicky said. "Don't you love seeing my pussy like this?" "So much," he said. "I'm so glad he agreed to be your lover." Nicole whimpered, biting Dexter's shoulder as she continued to watch. He guessed that she'd just worked an orgasm from herself. Whimpering, Vicky quickly built up her own orgasm, cumming as Eric leaned in and started to strum a finger across her clit. Dex didn't feel any masculine fingers on anything of his, so he knew he was being extra careful.

He rubbed tight, firm circles right through the pulsing waves, dragging the orgasm out longer and longer until I was sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down my cheeks, body jerking uncontrollably between them. Finally they both knelt over me, stroking their cocks. “Where do you want it?” Shane asked, voice strained. “On me,” I whispered. “Please.” They came almost together, thick ropes of cum painting my tits, my stomach, my pussy. The sight, the heat, the raw sound of their groans sent me into one last shaking orgasm, even without them touching me. We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile. I lay between them, chest heaving, body buzzing and completely used. Shane kissed my temple. Ellis str

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound. Thick and hot ropes of cum flooded my insides, pulse after pulse, filling my insides until I started leaking around him. He held me there, still buried there, both of us breathing heavily. “No more guilt,” he whispered. “This is what we were made for. A man and a woman. Cock and Cunt.” I smiled still trembling, feeling his cum slowly dripping down my thighs. “Next week?” I whispered. Father Elias kissed my throat and lips, slow and possessive.

His cock stood hard and ready, twitching in the open air. Siren climbed over him in reverse cowgirl position. Her firm ass faced him as she lowered herself. The crowd behind the one-way glass had a perfect view of her perfect ass and his throbbing cock. She reached down and guided his tip to her entrance. Her pussy lips felt slick and warm as they brushed against him.

"Don't scream yet. We have an audience." He began to lead me in a slow, carnal dance. To the rest of the room, we were a striking couple in a sensual embrace. To me, it was psychological and physical torture. Every step he took sent a new wave of electricity through my core. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just over mine, his breath hot and smelling of wine and mint.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

They didn’t give us time to breathe. Victor and Derek pushed us onto the big bed. They made us face each other in a scissor position, our wet pussies pressed firmly tight together. Patricia started grinding on me hard, our clits rubbing slickly against each other. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, moaning into her mouth as we kissed. The men watched for a minute, stroking themselves. Then they joined.

One of his hands pinned her wrists above her head; the other slid down to where they were joined, rubbing her clit in firm circles while he fucked her. The dual sensation was too much. Grace’s legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper. He kissed her then... messy, hungry, nothing like the controlled man she argued with in daylight. Their tongues met, teeth catching, and she could taste the low sounds he made every time she clenched around him. He shifted the angle, hitting a spot that made her cry out into his mouth, and the rhythm turned harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

I moan and in return they both chuckle at the effect they have on me. Mercifully as I feel my body tighten and clench around them with the force of yet another orgasm, they both give a powerful final thrust and let their own satisfied cry out into the dimming light of the evening as they cum with me filling me with their own release. All of us panting and shaking with the intensity of our experience together. I want to stay like this lost in simple feeling forever, it would be much easier than dealing with reality. Erik places a soft kiss on the back of my neck still buried deep inside of me and it helps me to relax I think some of his anger has dissipated with his release.