DIRTY DADDIES
The orgasm hit like a freight train—my cunt exploded, squirting in violent, messy arcs that slapped the mirror, splashed my tits, puddled on the floor in a growing lake of my own filth.
I kept riding, kept rubbing, kept squirting until the glass was a Jackson Pollock of my cum, my thighs shook like I’d been electrocuted, and my voice gave out into a hoarse, broken scream.
I wasn’t done. I ripped the rabbit free—my pussy gaping, fluttering, begging like a needy mouth—and lined the beast up with my ass.
I’d prepped earlier with the biggest plug I owned, coated in lube until it gleamed, but the burn when the head popped past my tight ring was divine.