Gangsta Moll Deactivated

Pornographic doodle

Cock sleeve

Cock tease

Cock head

Giving head

Bed time

Long night

All night

Adult movie

Porn movie

Sex maniac

Sex game

Not guilty. The next poster eats a staple diet.

Jurassic Coast

Heavy petting

The train The first man seems dazed, drained: stumbles, breathing hard, as he steps away from the bed. But he does not leave: he stays, watching. The others have come into the room: entered while he was fucking me - watched him fuck me, watched me respond to him. The second man is younger - fit, athletic, the kind of man I would look at twice in the street. Confident too - a swagger as he steps forward, no hesitation as he climbs between my legs. He too is very erect - very big, rock hard to my fingers as I reach my free hand to touch him. My head raised, I watch as he positions his cock head against my cunt lips, watch as it slides easily inside me, watch until his balls slap gently against my buttocks - then I lie my head back down and wait for him to begin. He does not wait long. Deep slow strokes at first, almost testing me until he feels me respond - feels my hips rise to meet his thrusts, feels my cunt tighten round his shaft. That is when he starts to really fuck me: his hands resting on my raised knees, he pushes them apart, spreading me wide, opening me up so that his now forceful thrusts embed him deep inside me. I am wet - with my own lubricating juices as well as the first man's cum - and each thrust makes a squelching noise, then a wet sucking as he pulls back to prepare for the next piston stroke. So intense: the watching men, waiting their turn, the hostess's hand holding mine, the fit male body moving above me, the thick shaft prodding so deep inside me. I orgasm, hard - my body arching up and up, almost lifting him with the strength of my reaction: shuddering, thrashing, my free hand's fingers grasping and clutching at the sheets, my head going side to side, moaning: "AAAAHHH ooohh FFUUCCCKKK ah ah ah AAAUUGGHHH FFUCKKK YESSS!" and he pumps me through it, maintaining his rhythm and force so that even when my muscles loosen and I fall back flat on the bed my body is still shaking, shivering, writhing under him. A strangled groan from one of the waiting men: and another mutters: "Fuck she is hot" It has begun: I have done it, taken the first step along this path - and now am engaged in the second. "Give it to her, man - make her take it!" The words come now in murmurs, muttered encouragement to the man - to fuck me harder, push it deeper, make me cum louder - such raw sexual intensity, such male sexual desire expressed. Such threat - or promise - of what is to come. The hostess leans close, whispers in my ear: "are you OK?" and I manage a nod, in between moans. Then, clearly, from the waiting men: "Hurry up, man - we all want our turn!" and it crashes in on me, the realisation, the understanding of what I have done ... what I am doing ... what will be done to me. I knew it when I came here: - knew it intellectually, knew full well what I was agreeing to - but only now does that realisation crystallise, become a lived reality. They will all take me: hard and deep, fucking me ... all of them ... some more than once .... they will all use me, and fuck me and make me orgasm and cum inside me .... all of them.

Guilty ,always The next poster peeks through doors that are ajar hoping to see something sexy

Guilty: I have an apple orchard. The next poster is guilty of original sin.

Fully in

do it now

Guilty - but long ago. The next poster would enjoy mixed naked mud wrestling.

cum in

Deep penetration

Guilty, but only in hoping... The next poster would love a monster under their bed.

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