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Tharros Cave Orgy 25
🕑 Added 2024-03-15 22:07:57 +0000 UTCHi studs... and, of course, sluts...
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With a quick jerk, and no little horror, he released the pressure on the back of the slut’s neck, whereupon Galiana’s head jerked back up swiftly –
‘DON’T FUCKING STOP DON’T FUCKING STOP DON’T FUCKING STOP!-‘
Pure instinct made Damon jam his hand back where it had been, with the effect that Galiana’s face was smacked back into the brass sheet with a clanging sound.
‘Fucking whore.’
As Damon slammed Galiana’s face into the sheet and simultaneously hammered her asshole with one two-foot spearing impalement that liquified her insides, her pussy exploded in an absolute deluge of girlcum that blasted in a fountain out of her cunt and just kept going. It was as if she was emptying herself. A waterfall of glistening juices was released from her uncontrollably climaxing cunt and her body, her taut, tight, voluptuous frame, that had withstood so much suddenly deliquesced into a boneless, rubbery mass of shuddering and convulsing limbs.
Damon concentrated now, knowing he had her, and shortened the thrusts he was throwing into Galiana’s ringpiece, almost as it he were putting the final touches to hammering in a nail to a crossbeam, the stacked orgasming slut being skewered into the sheet the only thing that was keeping her squirming body from falling apart in all directions at once. He grabbed her hair and used it to pull her head up, inclining his down, intended to whisper into her ear, something triumphant about making her cum, making her his-
As her head came up and Damon peered over her, the horse-hung warrior cocksmith saw with no little surprise, that the gorgeous blonde slut’s face had *left an impression* in the brass sheet, and that there was a life-like, perfect concave imitation of her face indented in the sheet. It was frozen in the brass, an instant of pure sexual bliss, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open in an O shape.
‘fuck-‘
Galiana looked down and saw her own image looking back at her, her expression hammered into the brass.
That was the final pulse of her orgasm, the one where she saw herself imprinted into the metal sheet.
‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!’
Her eyes crossed. Her cunt voided. Her hands clutched at nothing.
Suddenly her ass was empty. Damon has retracted his behemoth penis from her rear-end, which came out of her rectal passage with an immensely wet and suction-heavy SCCCHLLLLLOOOORRRRPPPP sound. He stood over the remains of the demolished couch.
Galiana stirred. She placed her head in the imprint it had made, and then pulled it away.
Experimentally, Galiana put her palms and fingers flat against the brass sheet and tried to press herself away. It wasn’t as easy as it ought to have been. It was almost as if she were stuck to it, somehow. With a little bit more effort she managed to dislodge her chest, and then her abdomen for it. A little stiffly, she peeled her pussy away from it, which came away stickily. Kneeling down next to it, she inspected the sheet.
There was a perfect replica of her body that had been impressed into the sheet. Two enormous concave hemispheres had been formed by her massive, firm, taut tits that were like deep, nipple-capped bowls, underneath which was a row of deep ridges formed by her rigid abs. Below that was a mess of mishappen dents, presumably where the head of Damon’s penis had slammed through her and into the brass.
Her face was still there, atop it all, ecstatic, pristine –
‘UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!’
Then it was messily obscured by a heavy serving of balljuice that obliterated its features.
Damon was cumming. Galiana looked up, and saw the immense warrior on his tip toes. Every muscle was drawn taut, and every single bulging muscle looked full to bursting, finger-thick veins engorged in a crazy mapwork pattern on his body. He had his left hand clenched by his side and his right one was cranking, throttling, wringing the life out of his hyperextended elephantine penis.
‘FUCKING WHOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..!!!’
The next stream of boiling white spunk that gushed out of Damon’s distended, rigid member jetted in a burst from the tip of his cock and washed over the indentation of Galiana’s body on the sheet. Galiana looked on as the bowl-shaped impressions formed by her massive tits being hammered into the shiny brass were both filled up by the hosing spray that shot from the spasming tool, both wholly filled with sticky cum by a long, four second burst.
‘Fuck…’
Damon was still shouting ‘whore’ with a ferocious bellow. Right on his toes, his right hand just paused at the underside of his cockend, whole fist wrapped tightly round the bulky purple ridge. Contorted, every molecule of his body utterly rigid and tensed, his teeth clamped, a moment seemed to last eternally as the unending stream of cum finally burst free from his widened cumslit to end the constant spunk stream.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, except that the gluey fluid that has splattered into the dents on the brass ever so slowly leaked downwards in lines that followed the contours created by the squared grid of impressions that had been formed in it by Galiana’s abdominal muscles. White, glossy, richly textured cum flowed slowly to fill the channels one after another, vertical and horizontal, dribbling down inexorably. The furrows that had been hammered into the sheet were acting like gutters for the stud’s discharge of balljuice.
Then Damon turned to Galiana.
Now grabbing the slippery, almost spastically spasming tube with both of his meaty hands, Damon pulled his right fist back, all the way back to the bulky root of the length and put his other where the other had been - to aim it.
The warrior’s teeth were still set tight as the paralysing rictus of electrifying pleasure from the climax ripped through him, feeling the meaty but achingly hard column of flesh judder in both his palms as hot sperm shot uncontrollably in another searing burst from the now gapingly dilating pisshole right at the tip of the glossy crown.
‘UUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHGHGHGHHHH!!!!!’
Most of all he himself was unprepared from the internal force of the orgasm. His fucking prostate seemed to buckle and then disappear up inside him somewhere as the bloated underside of his inhuman fucktool throbbed in an almighty convulsive contraction that seemed to stretch his innards. The super stud’s next load escaped in a ripping, explosive volley that jetted from his dick with a fat, wet *squirting* sound – the sound of it loosing through his hugely dilated cumslut that smacked into Galiana and impacted with a hot, wet *SPLKATTTTTT* into the narrow space of cleavage between her super-stacked tits, the sticky, white, gooey gush of spunk hammering between her immense, round hooters, plastering the topmost curves of her busty balloon orbs white, the ricochet form the impact a spray of spiralling and cascading globs and silken white specks that were flung up and out, spraying all over.
Galiana cast her eyes down, somewhat winded from the jet that had smacked between her huge honking bazookas, glazing them. Instinctively, registering the impact, she ran her hands over the sides of her tits and down her body, over her waist and down her muscularly jacked abs to her pussy, squeezing fingers inside her. Thick furrows were ploughed in the cum where her fingers raked over her bulging globes, revealing her bronzed tanned skin underneath, shining with lustre. Looking down at her body, luxuriating in the first blast of the cum-shower, Galiana registered the monster load that had sprayed her tits with a heavy webwork of slimy, sticky white cum strings, then looked back up at Damon, making eye contact and pushing her plump, bimbo lips together. She narrowed her eyes nastily like a slut, an ‘oh-you-fucker’ expression for the ages.
‘Cum on.’
It was the last time she would be able to look at him for a while.
The next orgasmic rush that throbbed through Damon’s cock surged like one ripple of muscle up his shaft, bloating it in sections, and that was the one that finally seemed like the one uncorking, the pop of a bottle, that loosed everything within him.
The next shot bucketed a horseload into her face like never before. The overcharged muscles in Damon’s powerful undercarriage pulsed, and his balls churned around to project an explosive spray of white that fountained a gallon of pearly-coloured cock-cream in a blasting flood from his dicktip, splattering the stacked, cum-coated blonde in hot, heavy, cloying semen that stuck to her face.
It *stuck* to her. It was heavy, viscous, thick, syrupy ball-batter that almost completely obliterated her features. Eyes, nose, mouth were plastered with the sound of wet concrete slopping onto a paving slab.
In the pool, Jizzelle’s tits both popped with milk. Her eyes were on stalks. Faslane’s dick disgorged a fat jet of precum the spewed all over the slut’s round cans from behind, the vibration making his penis shake, which in turn made Cassadra, cavorting atop it, squirt messily and uncontrollably.
Galiana’s face was so gummed up with the colossal splattering that she couldn’t breathe, cough, blink. The impact was so jarring she could barely move.
Slowly, two huge bubbles seeped from each of her nostrils, expanding to the size of golf balls.
‘She’s fucking drenched…’ Faye said, awestruck.
Actually she said ‘mghm mmhghgh mmffff…’ because her mouth was so full of cock.
Now Damon actually started to *jerk* his pulsating fuckstaff, both hands working up and down the enormous, convulsing schlong as his orgasm flowed out of him, the monstrous tube of meat rhythmically bulging and contracting in concert with the clenching of his balls and pc muscle that were in ecstatic spasm. He had never held anything so firmly as when wringing the jerking shaft, and he drenched Galiana with another bucketload of cream the covered her face and tits with another hot spewing of sticky jizz. Galiana pulled her hands from her cunt and massaged her tits, slickly working her fingers around the cum-coated orbs as the bloated dick blasted her again and again. It was matted in her hair, running down her face, dripping from her chin and nose in heavy, gooey stalactites and hanging from her in threads.
Still he came.
‘Can’t fucking stop… can’t fucking stop… can’t fucking stttooooooOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!!’
Galiana opened her mouth, a curtain of molten cum from her lips dripping to clog the aperture, extending her tongue, as Damon directed spray after to spray at her and she started to gulp it down.
‘This is fucking incredible,’ Jizzelle commented from the pool, awestruck. Her eyes were wise open as she watched Damon, massively jacked, bulgingly muscular body spew a colossal load of hot, white cum all over Galiana. It was bucketing out of his monster cock in sprays that were just dousing her upper half with a glossy total splatter that stuck wherever they struck her.
As with the other men, the force of the orgasm had clearly stimulated the studly warrior into some kind of climactic overload, and the warrior of Teitum’s body was shuddering and contorting as his hands wrung his throbbing and rippling penis, knuckles white on his hands as threads of spunk coursed off the ends of his fingers and his wrists. It was like he was at war with the thing, jacking it dementedly, the savage upstroke almost as if he was trying to tear it out by the root, and when the constricting downstroke slid back towards his bulging, throbbing balls, the whole underside of the shaft inflated with a bloated contortion of wholly turgid tissues and veins popping beyond belief.
The contours of his chest were like a mountain range, each sharply defined pectoral muscle bulging with exertion, etched with deep striations. The vein network coursing beneath his taut, glistening skin - a visible testament to the immense blood flow powering his massive frame – was engorged in a glistening mapwork on his flesh. His back, a sprawling landscape of rippling muscles, was broadening with the contortions that seized him, spreading his massive lats like wings. Every single one of his bodily functions was at capacity. His whole body was set to pop, and the one thing alone it was being loosed out of was the end of his cock.
Through it all steam was emanating from his sweat-drenched flesh in crackling, sizzling clouds.
‘Here it comes…’ Cassandra said.
‘What’s that?’ Jizzelle mentioned, not tearing her eyes from the spectacle.
‘Well our friends here, these penises attached to things that are carrying them around, more like, seemed to have a bit of a funny turn when they blew their loads,’ she took a rich, sucking slurp of Faslane’s bloated cockend to punctuate the sentence, making the man groan, ‘and as I recall they all passed out and we thought they were fucking dead.’
‘So?’ Jizzelle had Pontus’s giant schlong inserted in her jugs from the top with the hugely jacked stud standing just behind her so that the long, fat anaconda schlong snaked down over her shoulder, the vascular meat tube lodged inbetween her jutting chest torpedoes with the tip trailing in the lube around her pussy.
‘So? So what’s *he* gonna do?’
Jizzelle gulped. ‘Oh.’
