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Tharros Cave Orgy 34
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 17:02:18 +0000 UTCAlright studs and sluts, here we go with the last submisison of the month, get ready for some crazy sex here. Next month you'll get 3 exclusive submissions as usual plus more AI treats. Enjoy!
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The toffee-tanned slut was splayed on her back, monster, round, spunk-and-lube torpedo orbs sticking in the air, head draped backwards over the seating part of the couch, and the humongous-schlonged stud was sitting astride her chest, legs planted on the floor at either side of her head. The obscene fuck-python of the solid-muscled cocksmith’s organ, bristling with sprouting vasculature, was lodged between the teen bimbo acolyte’s jutting globes, the thick log sliding down, going over her neck, chin, and resting on her gorgeous face, the rounded, bloated and throbbing inflated head hanging over her forehead and drooling precum on the floor.
‘Shut up you slut, I’m gonna break your jaw with this fuckpipe, you’ll see. Just like you want.’
Faslane reached down with his ham-sized fists as he raised his rear and crouched above her, gathering a swirl of her lustrous, lube-slicked blonde hair coiled between his fingers, and lifted her head up so that it was still upside down but horizontal.
‘O yeah fuck my throat stud, I want it!’
‘You’ll never take my dick like this!’
Lorel opened her mouth and the gaping, ripe, pink, wet aperture was instantly plugged with the fucksmith’s huge, glossy, heart shaped crown that totally filled her jaw – *GLLLOOOOMMPPPPP* - She opened her mouth as wide as possible, eyes fixed on him challengingly, as Faslane started to cram the immense tip of his shaft into her sloppy, gagging maw, Lorel shifting her head back and forwards, cranking her neck, eliciting a slick GAK-GAK-GAK, trying to increase the penetration as much as possible. Faslane, rumbling with potent and lewd glee at having the sexy blonde vixen fucktoy suspended submissively underneath him, slapped her a few times in the right cheek with his free hand, but Lorel’s blazing eyes just egged him on with smouldering lust.
After he had rooted about eight inches of his shaft into the gorgeous teen bimbo’s welcoming mouth, he grabbed the back of her head with both hands and held it firmly, whereupon he turned his whole, sweat-slicked, musclebound body into a piledriving jackhammer that brutally hammered stroke after stroke into her face, the whole of his bulging frame hunched over her, curled above her into a thick steel spring of blistering fuck strokes that rattled into the whore’s skull. Behind him, Lorel’s lustrous, sleek legs wriggled and contorted as her pussy fountained, the blonde teen slut’s frame fountaining girlcum at the way her face was being used as a simple fuckpole, losing all control of her body while Faslane ravaged her face with his lust-fuelled incandescent revenge.
‘You like that slut???? You FUCKING LIKE THAT?!!! TAKE IT!!!’
At the same time, Dareios and Damon continued their job of pounding the absolute living shit out of Cassandra’s holes, the busty, tattooed fuckdoll impaled helplessly as Damon grabbed her wrists from behind and Dareios grabbed her head in a vice-like grip, one hand feeling her slick, sweaty, tattooed-shaven skull while he pummelled her with powerful strokes that sent his dickhead punching into her depths and his granite groin smashing into her face, battering her nose and chin.
The colossi continued to pull their thick meatpoles out of Cassandra and then ram them all the way back into her glossy, honed body as hard as they could. In perfect sync, Dareios and Damon fucked their living fucktoy with long hard thrusts, concertinaing her between them so that Cassandra could feel her organs being pushed aside by Damon’s hard rod each time it entered her body. Her tits bounced wildly underneath her and her ass was red from all the clashes it had with Damon’s slapping smacks. She was ready to live the rest of her life with her holes stretched beyond repair if it meant she would receive the full sexual experience these two studs had to offer.
‘This slutty fucking mouth feels so good around my dick!’ Dareios said, ‘fucking dumb whore!!!’ as he facefucked the gorgeous templar slut's obscenely distended mouth with powerful, deep thrusts that completely filled her radically expanded throat with veined cockmeat, while from behind Damon stick his ass up and mounted her, subjecting her pussy to a series of reaming, drilling downstrokes that slammed into her from above.
Cassandra’s body was almost buried in the avalanche of enormous masculine potency that was slamming into her from both ends, then she suddenly felt everything in her world drop as Damon succeeded in fucking her *straight through* the table she was on, the whole thing breaking in half and sending all of them crashing through it, though their dicks held fast in her wildly expanded and brutally reamed orifices.
‘That’s what it means to get fucked by us, slut!’ Damon hollered as he repositioned himself above her and kept pulverising her as her upturned booty that was stuck up through the destroyed table.
Dareios was still entrenched in her face, balls-deep as her wild eyes looked up at him: ‘I could break your neck with my dick!’
‘I’d blow your fucking head off if I came right now Cassssss!! You’d fucking like that, you’d get off on it!!!’ Damon said, between annihilating thrusts.
‘Let me get out of the way first, cousin,’ Dareios advised, as he fucked Cassandra’s throat with all of his might. ‘let’s see what she thinks…’
The monster-schlonged stud then pulled his mammoth penis out of her mouth with a thick *schlorp* and placed his heavy balls on her face, and without even gasping for breath, Cassandra cried:
‘FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS I LOVE BIG FUCKING COCKS!!! I WANT YOU TO WRECK ME MOTHER FUCKERS!!’
While she spoke, Dareios had improvisation in mind.
*CREEEEEAAAKKKK—SNNAPPPPP—CRUNNNNNNNCCCHHHHH--- **MMMMMNNNGGGLLOOOKKKKKK**
Damon wrenched the top of the broken table off its legs, held it in front of his groin and then, unexpectedly, slammed his dick *completely* through its centre, monster fuck-hammer smashing a hole in the wood with his steel-girder shaft that simply punched through it and protruded out the other side, the head spearing directly into Cassandra’s whoreishly opened mouth and relieving her of any further concern of completing her epithets as intended.
WHHOOOSSSHHHHH – Dareios’ dick-brawn dick-brain impaled Cassandra’s mouth and drove right through her gullet, straightening out and bloating the jacked templar’s oesophagus in one long stroke that made her eyes bulge and transfixed her face on about a foot and a half of his potent bull-cock. At the same time, a plunging, driving thrust from Damon that made his groin smack hard into her booty with an almighty clap saw him root his whole twenty-six incher into her squishy insides.
She was impaled like a kebab. They both stood and lifted her up, holding her suspended between them on their dicks. Cassandra was suspended three feet above the ground, supported only by two rock solid dicks buried deep in her pussy and mouth. She was practically impaled on their cocks like a boar above a barbeque pit. Cassandra’s arms struggled to grope for the floor underneath her and eventually found the table, planting her feet on the floor behind her. Having steadied herself, the slut templar let go of the frame of the destroyed piece of furniture.
After this, Cassandra’s response was to reach out, clasp both sides of the broken table that Dareios’s monstrous dick was poking through in front of her face, and then, incredibly, violently wrench it towards her with all her strength, pulling Dareios’s immense fuckpipe into her even further, the meat stick gliding into her and searing between her lungs, also bringing the wooden flat of the tabletop crunching into her face.
CLLOOOOONNNNKKKKKK --!
No one could see her expression of frenzy and manic, unfulfillable lust, as the wooden tabletop smashed into the sleekly muscled and monster-canned warrioress’s face, but *everyone* heard the sound of the impact as the grain of the wood battered into her jaw and cheeks as the huge-titted, tattooed, writhing spit-roasted amazon clawed to get every inch of fuck-log into her as she humanly could.
‘No fucking way…’ Dareios said. He clenched his teeth. Bitch was crazy.
She repeated the motion, again, again, and again, and as Damon gripped her ripped, steel-sprung waist from behind in both hands, slinging his shaft into her with desperate thrust after thrust, muscles popping all over his body to sustain his demented pistoning, Cassandra was insanely wrenching the displaced tabletop that was wrapped round Dareios’s monster cock back and forth like a demented woodpecker, head like a hammering mallet as she smashed it into her own face again and again.
Lorel was now getting similar treatment from Faslane, whose gargantuan dick was close to busting as he pulverised Lorel’s gorgeous head on his wildly jackhammering fuck pole. Lorel fucking *winked* at him even as the back of her head started smashing against the bottom part of the couch next to floor, sounding a syncopated beat that went with Cassandra’s alarming headbutting of the tabletop. The busty slut’s hands snaked up treacherously to clasp onto Faslane’s roiling, orange-sized balls that were dancing on her clavicle, and she squeezed and tweaked them, twirling them and stroking them even as she was subjected to the piledriver facefuck, almost fancifully like a girl with a cat’s cradle.
Faslane just couldn’t take it. Muscles were twitching and contracting uncontrollably in his thighs, quads and calves as he loomed over Lorel, and he felt his pc muscle drop and quiver inside of him. Palpitations wracked him, and he had a sudden, sick callback to his first proper orgasm in the areana, when he completely blacked out.
Unable to prevent it, a huge, heaving surge of cum went through the massive stud, his balls throbbing, contracting, the massive veins bulging, his whole cock pulsing and swelling, about to blow.
He slammed his fuckstick into her mouth yet again with a monstrous fuckstroke, causing her to suck yet more deep in her throat. ‘HOLY SHIT, OH MY FUCKING GOD!!’ Faslane yelled as Lorel’s face was smashed into the bottom of the couch once more by the head of Faslane’s cock, as she felt the heat and the slickness and the hot, liquid thickness and the pulsating and the swelling and the strength of his cock rooted in her throat all at the same time as he was smashing the back of her upside-down head against the base of the couch.
‘YOU LIKE THAT, YOU HORNY SLUT?!!!’
Lorel couldn’t answer, but she could gurgle incessantly as Faslane hammered her into the floor. Lorel’s massive titties started jigging as they jutted up and down, the bouncing teen’s spheroid breasts absurdly too big for her lithe frame, jiggling and slapping against Faslane’s relentlessly rutting ass, the buxom, beautiful bimbo’s hips bucking and banging up and down too, her muscled cunt flexing into yet another exquisite, trembling orgasm as Faslane kept grinding her face into the floor.
Cassandra and Lorel were getting their minds wrecked, and as she was being ravaged by Faslane, Lorel, from her upside-down position, could see Cassandra thrashing herself like a monster in a fit, all the time smashing the wooden flatboard into her face as she groped to get more of Dareios’s gigantic-schlonged meat into her maw.
Faslane was now at his tipping point, pounding like a wild man on Lorel’s helpless, thrashing body, and she grabbed Faslane’s huge-chested body and pull it in tightly against her, the force of the muscle-man being pulled in by the pinned and helpless slut. The he finally let go and his monster prick bloated into a final, rock hard throb of its first ejaculatory contraction as he released his load into Lorel’s face.
‘AAAAAAAAARRRRRGHGGHHGGHGHHHH!!! FUUUUUUUCCKKK YOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!’
Lorel was unable to swallow since her head was planted upside down against the floor, so the evidence of Faslane’s loins simply giving out was a volcanic plume of thick, white molten spunk that exploded from all around her expanded lips into the air above. The fountain blast jetted upwards and when it came down splattered all over her face as Faslane’s dysmorphic penile undercarriage – looking like a gulping throat as it contracted – continued to pump pints of virile, syrupy white cum into Lorel’s beleaguered face. Hot waves of the stuff emerged from the sides of her lips and blitzed out through her nostrils in creamy gouts that masked her features and covered her forehead, oozing into her silken blonde tresses splayed on the floor as spurts of spunk syphoned from her mouth and Faslane still kept pumping.
The orgasm threw the huge man into a frenzy, and he seized the teasing fuckdoll bimbo’s head and slammed the back of it against the bottom of the frame of the couch in concert with each thrust of his spastically spasming member, a slave to pumping the orgasm out of him, muscles in his arms popping and flaring with the exertion as he continued to deliver the fat payload into the blonde. Twisting his body around, monster dick still impaled in her face, he pivoted around her, until he himself was facing the couch and kept sawing monstrous, foot-length strokes of his beastcock into her, hammering her head into the couch, making the thing clank and clang. Lorel’s head was pummelled into the soft padding of the couch’s foot, but was obviously contacting something harder behind it. Finally, when his dick stopped pumping, he pulled his dick free from the blonde’s face with a pop and fell back on his ass.
‘Is that it?’ Lorel said. She both hiccupped and burped, wiping her mouth. ‘Can we fuck now?’
Looking at her, upside down head engulfed by the padding of the couch, totally obscured by ropes of cum sliding off her forehead onto the floor, Lorel tried to free her head from the seat but couldn’t. She tried to lean up but couldn’t dislodge it. Experimentally, she touched the padding that buttressed her skull and then parted it with her hands.
‘I can’t move my head,’ Lorel said. She belched again.
Faslane approached, monster dick dripping cum on her tits, and used his massive hands to pull away the padding from the frame of the couch. Then it was clear to see what had happened.
This couch had a burnished steel frame as the others, with a thick, round bar across the bottom. Faslane had fucked Lorel’s head *into* the bar, bending it backwards, and the thing was bracketing her skull on either side. With the bar bent out of place behind her head but pinioning it either side, she looked like one of those joke arrows with a bend in it to create the illusion it was impaling her head.
‘You’re stuck,’ said Faslane.
‘I gathered,’ said Lorel, cum burbling out of her mouth, going over her nose and into her eyes before dribbling on the floor.
Behind them there was a final CRAKKKKKKKK!!!! –
‘BBBBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKK!!!!!’ The noise came from inside Cassandra, deep in her thorax. Her mouth was plugged. She had, however, finally succeeded in her task, nutting the tabletop with her forehead so that it broke into two, and pulling both sides of the splintered furniture apart in her hands, the insatiable, jacked fitness bimbo whore instantly drove her face all the way down to the root of Dareios’s balls, hands pressed against his granite abs.
‘Fucking take it, slut!’ Dareios said, extracting his rod from Cassandra’s mouth with an obscene and reverberating hoovering backwards disgorgement that came out with a deep retch from the slut.
Both of them stood either side of Cassandra, who kneeled between them, humongous, slippery globe tits that would have supported a cement truck sticking out of her chest. They both presented their dicks to her.
‘Give it to me, mother FUCKERS!’
The mega-jugged slut held the two pricks in her hands, licking across one shaft all the way to the base of the other, slurping up her spit and teasing the heads with her tongue. She rubbed the precum drooling heads together and tried to cram them both into her mouth. Damon punched her tonsils a dozen times then pulled out, giving Dareios access to the fitness fuckdoll’s gurgling throat. He banged away, fucking her face again while Damon slapped his spit-coated prick on her face.
‘FUUUUUUUCCCCC---!!!’
‘FFFUUUKKKKKKKK!!!-‘
It was a whiteout.
While the cousins emptied their ballsacks all over Cassandra, blasting her with endless ropes of cum that were almost as if they were pissing on her as they jacked their cocks, Faslane had managed to unattach the steel bar from either side of its fastenings from the bottom of the couch, so that when Lorel finally stood up, the long metal rod was still fixed to her head. She turned around to survey what was happening, forcing Faslane to duck or be knocked out by it twisting in the air.
‘Who wants to fuck next?’ Lorel said, generally.
