Romans & histoires Gummigoo X Jax

Jax groaned loudly and buried himself deep, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into my ass. We were both panting when he slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from my stretched hole onto the couch. Jax leaned down and kissed me deeply, then whispered against my lips, “We’re not done. I want that pussy next… and then your throat again.” He was just about to push back inside me when someone started banging loudly on the door. “Jax! Five minutes until the encore! The crowd is losing their minds!” Jax looked down at me, skirt around my waist, legs spread, cum leaking from my ass, and grinned.

Piss pooled ankle-deep lapping chained feet, scent ammonia-sharp blending cum reek. Finale plugged triple: monster anal plug vibing ass, girthy pussy stopper beaded tail, throat gag cock-shaped silencing moans. Remote trio buzzed random torment"hold form till class end," Jax decreed, crew dispersing. Mia slumped solo hours, body twitching edges, loads sloshing sealed, pump-clit throbbing fist-begging.

“You here to browse or looking to get something done?” I set my grocery bag down just inside the door. My palms felt damp. “Get something done, I think.” The buzz-cut guy smiled—slow, easy, no mockery in it. “Cool. I’m Jax. That’s Marcus.” He nodded toward the bearded one. “First time?” “Yeah.” I took a step closer. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “First time.” Marcus straightened from the counter. Up close he was even taller than he’d looked through the window. “No rush. We can talk it through. What are you thinking?”

“So tell me, Jaxon, why exactly should I entertain a discussion today when I don't see it bringing me anything fruitful?” “You knew I was against smuggling,” Jaxon answered immediately. “And I specifically told you to keep my pack out of it.” “And you knew that's my primary business.” Ricky reached into his jacket and pulled out an expensive cigar, rolling it between his fingers before lighting it. The scent reached us almost instantly, thick and strong enough that I could smell it from where I stood. Smoke curled lazily into the evening air as he took a drag. “So why would you form an alliance with a smuggler in the first place if you couldn't accept what he does?”

Leo lay under me, his hands stroking my dick while I got fucked hard. “I am gonna cum down your throat soon,” Jax growled from above. I managed a small nod. Darren watched all of us go at it while he was stroking himself. “Don’t hold back. Fill him up.” Jax came first, groaning as he shot hot cum across my tongue and I swallowed what I could while the rest was left to drip down my chin. Marcus sped up with his big cock insanely pounding into my ass until he buried himself as deep as he could in me and unloaded everything he had to give inside of me.

That voice—definitely Jax. Great. The wild hog is here too. “Is that Aira in there, Beta Kain?” Jax asked. “Yeah,” Chester replied sheepishly. “Oh, fantastic! Let’s see if snakes can get drunk!” Jax exclaimed with unholy glee. “JAX!!! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU POUR A SINGLE DROP ON ME—” I screamed through the mindlink. “She’s totally up for it!” Jax laughed. “No I’m not!!”

I didn’t want to. “Fuck, Riley,” Jax groaned, his big hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them as he guided my movements. His voice was wrecked, deeper than I’d ever heard it. “You’re so fucking wet. Feel how you’re soaking my cock? That’s my best friend’s little girl creaming all over me.”

Cum oozed from his stretched hole, and he sighed contentedly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Fuck, that was good," Jax murmured, his voice lazy and sated. He wiped a streak of cum from his pec with his thumb and licked it off, his eyes half-lidded as he looked up at me. No awkwardness, just that easy cockiness that had hooked me from the start. "You fuck like you mean it, Rhydian."

They lingered on the visible, lingering proof of another man’s violation. Jax made an inaudible sound in his throat, one that wasn’t of disgust. It was something darker, and hungrier. He leaned forward, his face inches from Richy’s groin, and breathed. “You smell like him,” Jax said, the words vibrating with a strange heat. “Antiseptic and cum. You smell like he marked you.” Richy trembled violently. He was exposed, raw, utterly laid bare. His cock twitched, filling further under Jax’s scrutiny.