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Tharros Cave Orgy 40
🕑 Added 2024-10-16 12:04:12 +0000 UTCHey Studs and Sluts,
More orgy for ya. Enjoy cranking.
Will try my hardest for an SFS addition end of the month.
XXX
The other pairs of studs and fuckdolls had switched into a little more voyeuristic mode after Lorel and Cassandra had made their moves, but there was no change in the intensity of the way that they used their bodies to powerfuck each other, the guys pistoning their fuckrods into the eager bimbo sluts who were only too happy to take it as hard as it could be dished out.
Both Dareios and Galiana exchanged a mutual groan of immense satisfaction as the stud’s pulsating horsecock penetrated the velvet folds of the gorgeous blonde fuckdoll’s slippery, tight pussy, the thick slab of veined flesh splitting the lips of the megaboobed sex-priestesses’ peach and ploughing up her honey box in long, luxurious strokes as she clasped her arms around him. Galiana tensed and Dareios saw her face contort in an almost animalistic snarl at him before she relented, whimpered, and bit her lips, her eyelids fluttering as his rock hard cunt hammer slid up her sloppily juicing snatch. As her eyes rolled to the top of her head, drool spilled from her mouth onto her colossal tits.
Dareios was transfixed by the whoreish blonde’s ecstasy and appreciation, and gripped her hard, both hands around her waist, and really started drawing back his dick as far as it would go before absolutely pummelling her guts with each thrust.
Even though every muscle was burning with exertion from the course of the session, Dareios could not hold back from powering into the hot-bodied whore who clasped her arms around him, nails digging into his back, and detached his hands, bimbo apex priestess still impaled on his fuck-rod, before reaching both of his hands out and mauling the blonde vixen’s solid, humongous boobs, his palms tracing the astounding contours of the pair of jutting knockers that projected so improbably from the blonde’s awesome chest. Even next to his massive hands, the huge globes his hands were dwarfed, and it was impossible to properly cup or grasp the slick, basketball sized spheres. Slowly, after the slapping the massive cans, which lost none of their form and didn’t wobble on her chest, Dareios slid his hands lower, and grasped Galiana around her waist, so that his fingers were braced around her back and his thumbs were on her abs.
Dareios explored Galiana’s stomach muscles with his thumbs, sliding them over the slippery skin in circular, massaging motions, kneading the bulging ridges of impressively broad and thick abdominals and tracing the deep, sculptured lines. Galiana responded, and, looking down (though unable to see her own abs because of the size of her inflated tits), made her midriff ripple, flexing, slowly, breathily and sensually exhaling as Dareios gradually increased the pressure, squeezing harder and harder. Galiana’s exhale went into an expressive, moaning squeak, the power of the stud’s incredibly firm caress causing her to stop flexing and engage her core, her solid abdominals forming into a thick, rigid pack, but then, as the tendons stuck out in his enormous forearms and his biceps bulged massively, slowly Dareios’ thumbs started to ease into the firm, incredibly taut and golden tanned flesh, depressing and displacing the muscles ever so slightly.
Dareios was so invested in squeezing Galiana’s jacked waist that he barely noticed the way that the rope of Galiana’s drool that was still easing lazily out of her mouth dripped onto her abs from the curved inside slope of her cleavage, and then, when he looked up, he saw her grin at him and do her signature move, squit-squitting a slick, compressed and bubbly squirt of slobber in and out between her lips and teeth. With surprising power, she propelled it out between her lips, almost like the flicker of a snake’s tongue, and he managed to open his mouth rapidly enough to capture it on his tongue.
Galiana winked at him and quick as a flash pulled the drool rope back into her mouth, and then, like a fisherman casting a line, before Dareios could respond, then thing was squirting back out of her lips and over his tongue again. This time she let it stay, a bride of saliva connecting their tongues, and as Dareios squeezed her abs even harder, the next second, they were attacking each other with their tongues in a deep-spit-swapping kiss.
Now that the sting had been taken out of the competition, other pairs of the couples were finding their own rhythms as they observed the way that Cassandra and Lorel had eased themselves into gaining the upper hand on the pair of stud that they were riding.
Pontus was marvelling at Tamara’s astounding body as the fucked, throwing his shaft relentlessly into the raven-haired bimbo supermodel’s gushing slot, and she had both of her arms thrown around his bulky neck, clasped together behind his head the better to lever her squishy snatch up and down his thick member. She was getting it deep and every time she hoisted herself up she was catching every single inch of his massive fuck log that was absolutely cramming her cunt walls to capacity each time she powered down to its root and let her quim slap against his groin.
‘You’re not such a bad fuck, Pontus,’ Tamara was saying, ‘and a bit more in the tank than I credited you for…’
‘Fucking stupid whore.’
Tamara was shocked, but giggled at the brusque response, ‘how rude…’
‘I never said I was nice…’ Pontus said.
Still giggling, Tamara leaned forwards and extended her tongue to treat Pontus to a luscious, mind-bending kiss, swirling it into his mouth and extracting it to make it dance around his lips before pulling back so that a shining filament of saliva was suspended between them. Pontus gripped Tamara’s round, juicy booty in his hands, fingers making impressions in the shining globes of her taut buttflesh before hefting her upwards and hoisting her up and down on his fuckrod, but instead, as she expected, of slamming her up and down the tumescent pillar of meat, slowly brought her up to the tip of his bell-shaped shaft, the rounded brim of his crown almost visible as it was lodged between her cunt lips before ever so slowly, with firm and deliberate control, easing her down inch after inch on it, so that every single ridge and vein on the lamp-post thick mast of the engorged fuckpiece could add to the sensation of her slowly enveloping it with her pussy.
‘FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCccckkkkkk……’ the brunette vixen gasped as she got to the bottom, her humongous tits pressing against his chest, meeting him in a full, slow, deep kiss as their faces aligned, ‘you might not be nice, but you feel soooooo goooooood…’
Next to Pontus and Tamara, the contest between Damon and Faye was proving a little more one-sided.
Damon was absolutely coring her out.
The giant stud warrior was holding the blonde above him, and she was perched over tip of his behemoth cock, moaning, eyes, revolving as she encountered the meaty presence of the glossy tip of his helmet penetrating the gaping lips of her pink, juicy pussy. Damon had a grip on her luscious hips and pulled her all the way down with a wet ripping squelch as she took two feet of bludgeoning mammoth penile power in her cunt, the slick lips of her snatch opening and the sound of her cunt-sheath loud in everyone’s ears. Her taut, muscled abdomen swelled alarmingly with the size of the insertion, the meaty head visibly shifting her abs to the sides as she slid down his massive cock, impaled.
Faye made a sound of ultimate femininity, and then Damon just started to ragdoll her, using her busty body like a masturbation aid, shifting his hands to her waspish waist, all the better to use her cunt to milk his cock, faster and faster, harder and faster until her huge melons bounced wildly on her chest, bashing against her own chin as she humped against him.
On the floor, Faslane’s domination at the hands of the triumphant Lorel was almost becoming painful to observe. The huge man was now losing all co-ordination, legs spastically pumping away and flailing in the air like an upturned turtle as her smooth, slippery cunt kept swallowing up every inch of his bullcock in long, easy, practised strokes, up and down, up and down, the blonde vixen’s almost supernatural control of the bucking of her perfect hips and posterior seemingly now becoming more, smooth, fluid, and mechanical the more he lost control.
And he was cumming…
Faslane’s dick was in an almost perpetual cycle of monumental busts, the meat lance simply pumping jet after jet of semen into the statuesque whore’s sloppy, overpacked snatch to the point that burst after burst of the thick, slick, steaming spunk juice was spraying out in wet, splotchy explosions every time her perfect butt humped his groin. And all the time the huge man was latched onto the teen vixen’s nipple, slurping manically, sucking the cream from her, the only thing able to sustain his participation in the relentless spectacle. He could only suck.
‘If he wasn’t done before, he is now…’ Galiana observed, then turning to Dareios and locking eyes with him, ‘how about you give me a little taste of that?’
‘I thought you’d never ask, whore.’
Dareios obliged, face creasing up as his whole body clenched, and then he gripped Galiana hard, entrenched her guttering pussy on his dick, and unleashed a firehose of cum into her cunt that the blonde mega titted priestess felt smacking against her cervix, the thick fluid hosing her pussy so definitely that she could count the pulses even as her eyes rolled heavenwards and her back arched, basketball tits heaving up on her chest in front of the warrior of Teitum’s eyes.
‘One, two, three…’ she was looking in his eyes as she counted the pulses out.
There were so many of them…!
‘Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…’
And they all went on for so long…!
Her pussy was so drenched with jizz she could now only detect each ejaculation by the surging pulse of the obscene log of man meat bulging and distending inside of her.
‘Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two…’
She counted thirty squelching bursts of hot liquid flooding inside her before her brain was electrified by her own orgasmic response, and her whole body contorted in wave after wave of climactic spasms, all the while held tight in the corded muscle of the massive stud’s arms.
Pontus was thrilled at the response he was getting from Tamara, and the pair of them were in a trance of co-ordination, him flinging his pussy rocket inside her cooch, and her slamming her sticky, svelte loins back against him, the pair of them lip-locked and spit-swapping incessantly as they humped each other’s brains out. But just as Pontus felt he was gaining some kind of control over the raven-haired fuckdoll who was throwing her bombshell body up and down on his meat rod, suddenly her composure appeared to fail her, and she clutched him close, her taut, shapely legs compressing even more tightly around his waist, and then her head went down slightly until she looked up at him through her eyelashes and bit her lip in an almost chaste way.
‘I’m gonna… O baby I’m gonna… I’m gonna…’
Pontus found himself leaning forwards into her, as her words became husky and intimate.
‘CCCCCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!’
She threw her head back and screamed a shattering feminine wail. Her body felt like it was disarticulating. Pontus grabbed onto her sweat-slick and steel-hard waist as her limbs contorted and his dick was the only thing holding her up. She orgasmed hard and it felt as if his dick was being grabbed by a mailed fist dripped in lube, then a smooth warm fruit pie, then a mailed fist again. The contractions of her convulsing pussy were stupendous. On the fourth or fifth clench, when Tamara stopped screaming and lowered her head to look at him through her eyelashes again and nodded gently, he himself came.
It was a load dump of epic proportions.
Pontus’s eyes rolled back when the superstacked slut's cunt milked him relentlessly as she herself started to squirt, teasing a giant load up from his galactically sloshing nuts. Unable to hold back anymore, relinquishing whatever control he thought he was maintaining, he emitted a rasping groan as his beefy fuck club lurched violently just in one of Tamara’s pussy’s tightest clenches before it erupted, blasting out a geyser of jizz to splatter her packed womb.
‘CUMMMMMMINGGGGGG!!!’ Tamara cried, her screams of lust rising in pitch as the feeling of Pontus’ high-velocity spunk hosing her insides made one orgasm roll into another and another. Her stretched cunt kept hosing girlcum throughout, that exploded in the gap between them, soaking Pontus’s groin and thighs as a creamy mix of their juices started to pour to the floor underneath them. Pontus held his jaw tight, cable-tight grip clasping Tamara’s trim waist as he unloaded one dozen, then two dozen, then three dozen, and then forty-four times into the busty, big-titted hellcat, burying his face between her monstrous cans.
When he pulled his face up from the brunette’s firm fuck-globes, she was looking at him again.
‘Looks like I underestimated you.’
‘I only played a small part,’ Pontus responded graciously.
‘Now now…’ Tamara chided mildly, smiling, ‘I thought you weren’t nice.’
‘Fucking whore.’ He slapped her tits.
‘That’s more like it.’
Tamara beathed out and collected herself, enjoying the last few pulses of the brawny dick inside her overfilled, gooey cunt and the stud’s arms gripping her waist. The last dregs of euphoria were dissipating from her and she was left with a few random, tingly shudders of post-orgasmic bliss that occasionally clutched at her.
‘I only went easy on you because you wouldn’t be able to take it if I really wanted to fuck you…’ she said, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.
‘Absolute bullshit…’ Pontus said, but he was smiling too.
Tamara smiled but then pulled a mock-serious face: ‘well, be that as it may, you’re into the next round. Not that I can say the same for poor Faslane there…’
Gingerly, Tamara dismounted the monster-dicked schlong-swinger, and, nothing that the rigidity of the massively turgid length he was still sporting, grabbed hold of Pontus’s mega dick half way down the shaft and led him away by it towards the lube pool.
For Faye, the hammering was receiving was simply too much. Her tight little pussy was been absolutely pulverised and radically stretched, the whore’s huge melons bouncing everywhere as Damon held her tightly and slammed her relentlessly. Her brain was so ecstatically fried and overwhelmed that she was barely even conscious of herself cumming on the immense, brawny beastcock that was plugging her insides and slamming up somewhere deep inside her. Her body was perfect, but Damon was treating her like a whore-shaped sack of guts, which she was.
Damon sensed the blonde strumpet-priestesses’ body quiver, her cunt convulse, her whole frame lose all co-ordination, and was surprised to hear, out of all the discombobulated bodily fury and chaos, a perfect tuneful chant emerge from her lips:
‘HOLY GIRVYN GIVE ME SEED – HOLY GIRVYN GIVE ME SEED – HOLY GIRVYN—’
Damon clenched himself. It was fun to deny her. He held on for all he was worth, tendons clenched, biceps bulging, huge pecs tautly sticking out, demon-dick hammer impaling the whore.
‘FUCKING KILL ME WITH THAT MONSTER CUNT HAMMER I WANT IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!’
Then she screamed and all semblance of control utterly deserted her.
Faye didn’t pass out from the utterly shattering orgasm that seized her whole body and reverberated in her mind, and she then had enough presence of mind to throw her head forwards and gaze, wide and wild eyed, at Damon, surprised to see only his fierce, mainly composed scowl of determination on his lantern-jawed, rugged face, his eyes boring searchingly into hers.
‘Y-y-you didn’t cum?’ she asked, drool just roping from her chin.
‘No. But you certainly did.’
‘Y-yyoyou… you could say that, yeah. Didn’t black out though’
Faye’s legs were hanging downwards, not touching the floor, dandling. The shapely, glossy limbs quivered.
Faye felt herself being lifted slightly and gasped as Damon released his hands from the hold they had on her waist. The warrior of Teitum put his hands by his sides, and Faye felt herself being lifted even further up, tipping towards him, her flailing legs paddling in mid-air. Damon grunted as he levered up his giant, tumescent meatstick, the thick log of muscular flesh popping with veins as it was fully entrenched in the gorgeous slut’s pussy, Faye being brought more vertical and rooting herself on the length until her pussy swallowed the whole thing.
Then Damon reapplied his hands to Faye’s incredibly shapely hips, and, inch by inch, lifted up the more-than two-foot member, her pussy slowly disclosing the shaft of glossy, vascular fuck-flesh until he popped her off the top of his monster stalk, a rope of thick, gluey pre-ejaculate still linking his round, glossy bell-end to her moist snatch, and placed her on her feet.
‘I still gotta get you off…’ Faye said, ‘wouldn’t be a priestess of Girvyn if I left you unsatisfied. It’s not a word in my vocabularly.’
She gripped the prong and eye-fucked him.
‘How about a big-tit Faye jug-fuck special? With extra lube,’ she winked and indicated the pool.
‘You talked me into it.’
Grinning, Faye, aiming to lead Damon by the dick to the pool, put her first foot down and instantly face-planted, landing in a heap.
‘Stupid legs.’
‘Everything ok?’ Damon suppressed a laugh.
‘I lost the ability to walk.’
Cassandra’s thrill at riding the absolute shit out of Spillsby was immense, and as she mounted him and fucked his brains out, the tattooed, amazonian, half-shaven-headed whore mercilessly slamming her cunt up and down in a jackhammer motion on his prong, she snarl-smiled as he sucked at her tit. She had her hands on his shoulders, strong, heavily muscled arms pinning him down, but occasionally she would relent and then grab his head with both hands and clutch him to her massive, round, tanned, sweat-slick shining fuck globes and cradle him against it while he slurped her milky effusions, then slam him back down, pin him once more, and use her round bubble butt to twerk-fuck his donkey-dick some more. The milk, it was certain, was sustaining his efforts and the last reserves of his fortitude, but the way that it made his incredibly hard and massively inflated cunt-crusher swell inside her was all the more worth it.
Just now, she was feeding him and he was slurping away, and she once more, triumphantly and savagely, ripped his lips from where they lapped onto her milk-beading boob and slammed him down.
Before she could get her hands on his shoulders again, Spillsby suddenly, unexpectedly, grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and pulled her face close to his.
‘Fucking stupid whore…’
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I just messed the numbers up, 11 carries on from 9
funnkyss
I hope it's a slut standing at the end, or maybe two。and where is “Tharros Cave Orgy 10”，i cant find it
Nameless Tendrils
Yes!! Spillway, show Cass who is boss!!!
