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Legs tremble and fall open wider, heels digging into Damon's pumping ass, silently begging for more. OOOHHHH GOOOOODDDD!!! R-right there, f-fuck! Pounding my sweet spot! Gonna m-make me cum untouched! Harder Da-aaamonnn! Ruin my p-prostate! throws his head back with a lewd cry, voice echoing off the bathroom tiles as Damon relentlessly abuses his prostate, each forceful thrust striking that magic bundle of nerves dead-on. Drool trickles from the corner of his slack mouth, lost in a haze of overwhelming bliss.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

As he spoke, he grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked down hard… I jolted and instinctively grabbed my pants, but it was still too late. "Chad, do I have to take my pants off for a massage?" I might be a lonely wife, but I knew there were lines I shouldn't cross, especially now that I was in Hank's hometown. I couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be if word got out. Suddenly, Chad moved his hand between my legs and stretched out his middle finger. A wave of pure bliss erupted in my mind, and it felt almost like my bones had melted away. His perfect aim had hit my most sensitive part.

Hard cocks stood proud. Jake coated his fingers with lube from his bag. He gently circled Ryan's tight entrance while Alex continued sucking. "Relax for me baby. I am going to open up this tight little hole." He pushed one finger inside slowly. Ryan moaned around the new sensation. Jake added a second finger and curled them. He found the spot that made Ryan cry out in pleasure. "There it is. Feel that? That is your prostate. I am going to make you feel so fucking good."

Flat tongue first, dragging from my dangling balls up the crack, then zeroing in—lapping circles around the twitching entrance. I whined, shoving back. “Oh god, Don—eat my ass out.” He growled, plunging his tongue inside, twisting and thrusting, coating me in spit. Stubble rasped my inner thighs, adding rough friction. Then his fingers—one thick digit breaching me, pumping slow, then two, scissoring wide, curling to massage my prostate until precum dripped steady from my untouched cock. “Please—ram that huge dick in me,” I begged, my voice wrecked.

My cock jerks against my stomach, smearing precum in shiny streaks. “Look at you,” he breathes. “So pink. So wet. Dripping for me. Twist your fingers. Find that spot—the one that made you scream my name last night.” I curl them, searching. When I brush it, electricity shoots up my spine. My back arches off the bed. “Reed—fuck—” “There it is.” He groans, palming himself harder. “Hit it again. Slow circles. Milk it. Pretend it’s the head of my cock grinding right against your prostate, making you leak like a faucet.”

Absentminded, as she pulls on me I almost fall on top of her. “Paul…, hold yourself above Marci, support yourself on your hands, like you’re going to do a push-up.” “Marci, now hold the cup to Paul’s erection as I perform the prostate examination.” The end of my dribbling cock is about an inch from Marci’s begging cunt lips as she encloses it with the vial. “Have you had a digital exam to your prostate before, Paul?” “Well, I think you’re going to like this one today!”

I moaned—low, broken. Add another. Two fingers. Scissoring. Stretching. I rocked back onto my hand without meaning to. Good. Now curl them. Find that spot. I did. The pad of my fingers brushed my prostate. Electricity shot through me—white-hot, blinding. My cock jerked, leaking a thick string of pre-cum that dangled toward the floor. Rub it. Slow circles. I rubbed. The pleasure built fast—too fast. My knees buckled. I braced my free hand on the mirror.

He slid the cock ring down Ezekiel’s shaft first, the tight band snapping into place at the base and instantly making him feel fuller, and harder. The vibration kicked on low, a steady buzz that traveled through his dick and balls. Then Zachary pressed the tip of the prostate massager against his hole, still loose and slick from earlier, and pushed it in slowly. The stretch was familiar but intensified by the toys. When the curved head nudged his prostate, Ezekiel’s whole body jolted. "Ahh shit, Zach, that’s freaking good!" A loud groan tore out of him as Zachary turned the vibration up a notch.

The weights tugged with every breath, sending constant little sparks of pain through their chests. Then the plugs. Lucien lubed two thick, vibrating plugs and pushed them in slowly, one after the other. He made sure to angle them perfectly so the curved tips pressed directly against their prostates. He turned the vibrations on low, just enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy them. The twins moaned in unison, hips twitching helplessly against the spreader bars. “Look at you,” Lucien said, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Already leaking, already desperate, and the party hasn’t even started.”