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my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

I begged, and he obliged, pounding me, the counter shaking. Gogo climbed up, sitting on my face. “Eat me, slut.” Her voluptuous ass lowered, her bald pussy dripping onto my lips. I licked eagerly, tasting her sweetness, my tongue probing her folds while Van fucked me. Paris watched, masturbating with the dildo, then joined by stacking her ass on Gogo’s, ass stacking heaven. Van pulled out of me with a wet pop, my pussy gaping and clenching at the sudden emptiness, and slammed into Paris doggystyle while she bent over. “Oh shit, yes!” Paris moaned. We rotated. Van fucking Gogo next, standing doggystyle, her big ass jiggling with each slap. I fingered myself watching, then Paris and I 69’d on

I hung there for what felt like hours, reveling in the feeling of pleasure as Hakeem continued to lick and stroke my pussy until my orgasm ended. And just like that, a whole new torture begins as they give me orgasm after orgasm, not stopping to allow me to rest. They have me ride their mouths and their cocks. They take me at the same time or while one is taking the other. And I scream and scream until my throat is raw and my voice nearly gone. I have no idea when I passed out, but I wake to feel myself sandwiched between my mates, the sun high in the sky outside. My head is laid on Gael’s chest and Hakeem is snuggled into my back, his leg between mine.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

I suddenly faced him and put his two hands on my chest, which surprised him. "Is it big?" I asked and smiled sheepishly. "F**kkkkkkkkk!!" He screamed and immediately withdrew his hand. I was surprised when he threw soap on my forehead "Ouchhh!" That hurts but it will be okay! That's how I got used to it, sh*t my forehead hurts! BTW he's Ken Fernandez my husband I mean, my one and only GAY HUSBAND. Yep, he's right, he's gay, he's a very handsome man, and yeah he's really gay!

He bit his own lip, holding back a smile that mixed malice and dominance. “Hold on tight, handsome.” He began applying rhythmic, technical movements, maintaining a constant pressure that made my entire body tremble. It was a paradoxical sensation: my brain screamed that it was too much, that my skin was far too sensitive, but Kyle knew exactly where and how to touch. “It’s called post-orgasm torture.” He explained, laughing softly as he watched my fingers dig into the sofa upholstery. “Your body wants to stop, but your nervous system is still in shock. If you can take it just a little longer, you’ll see what happens.”

Alex’s own release followed soon after, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he found his own release inside my ass, while Justin kept on pumping into Alex's ass until he flooded his ass with his sperm. As the waves of pleasure ebbed away, I collapsed onto the bed, my body limp and sated. Alex and Justin wrapped me in their arms, holding me close as we basked in the afterglow of our shared passion. GAY SEX IS AMAZING!!!!!

I grin, slamming down, the dildo’s chill sparking in my ass, the tendrils buzzing on my clit, conjured to tease me now. The door creaks again, footsteps crunching on straw, but I don’t stop, riding Kristoff with punishing speed, my breasts bouncing, the beam shaking. The orgasm builds like a blizzard, and I’m trembling, the risk of discovery pushing me over. I moan, too loud, as it hits, my pussy gushing around his cock, soaking the hay below. He cums, hot and thick, filling me as I clench, the tendrils milking every pulse.

Because believe it or not, I was growing just as addicted to him and his friends’ monstrous and punishing cocks. “Who knew that the poster for decent girls was secretly the nastiest slut to ever walk the earth,” he dropped his hand from my neck and reached around to press two fingers to my aching clit, making me cry out and push back into him desperately. Curse my sensitive core, because I was already feeling another orgasm building. “Still so fucking tight and dripping wet even after being fucked repeatedly,” he said through a mocking laugh, his pace turning animalistic and punishing that very second. “How many rounds can you take, hmm?”

Igor cautiously inserted his finger into my back entrance, causing a sharp sensation to course through my body. "Ouch!" I cried out in pain, clenching my fists against Easton's shaft. "She's incredibly tight everywhere," Igor remarked as he continued to explore my depths. Despite the discomfort, I knew that pleasure awaited once we moved past the initial pain. Easton, understanding my discomfort, gently massaged my breasts, eliciting a mix of sensations. Meanwhile, Igor positioned himself for penetration, his cock teasing my entrance and sending involuntary shivers down my spine. I had given my full consent for the sex, but that didn't mean I wasn't in pain. Thankfully, they were considerate