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Tharros Cave orgy 24
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Dareios held himself hilted inside the bimbo fuckpuppet, who, out of breath, pushed her lips into a plump, leering grimace, set her teeth together, nodded wordlessly, and commenced slapping her huge tits with her hands. Precum came off them in pearlescent droplets. She was nodding submissively at Dareios, willing him on.
‘Holy shit…’ said Cassandra in the pool.
Theyb had seen Damon demolish the couch on his side of the rostrum. Now Lorel drew their attention. She was being cored out.
‘That’s not *right*…’ Jizzelle said, ‘I’ve seen Lorel take a *lot* of dick in my time, she’s never ended up like *that*.’
There was some kind of odd crunching sound that emanated from inside Lorel’s body, part squishy, part almost dry creaking. This time it couldn’t be mistaken for the frame of the couch.
‘What *was* that?’ even Faye looked up from the humongous penis she had jammed in her cheek.
Spillsby, who was the culprit that had been subjecting Faye to a light, slow facefucking, having been stirring his ginormous fuck-piston in the lube and swirling it, using it almost as a spoon to feed the young blonde mega-titted acolyte, who was on her knees in front of him, also looked up.
‘Fuck, I thought it was going to come out of her fucking mouth!’
‘She’s fucked,’ Cassandra said decisively, ‘no way that… *thing* goes in all the way like that and doesn’t break her into two.’
‘Brutal…’ agreed Jizelle.
‘Brutal but effective,’ Cassandra said, ‘Dareios can splay me open like a spatchcock anytime with that thing, what a way to go!’
A monstrous, obscenely distended, thickly-veined shaft, dripping with lube immediately presented itself to Cassandra, nudging up her thick, corrugated abs, the bulging head sticking between her protruding tits.
‘How about I splay you open with this?’ Faslane said.
Cassandra grinned, ‘Oh honey, you couldn’t do a *thing* with that… I’ll admit, you almost had me a couple of times back there, but I seem to remember who came out on top…’
‘I’m just getting warmed up, templar,’ Faslane said, swatting Cassandra’s melons with his meaty hand, ‘if I gave you everything I had, you wouldn’t be able to take it…’
‘This ain’t the place to go easy on anyone…’ Jizzelle put in, swirling her hands in the lube and smearing it all over her round, jutting set of massive fuckbags.
‘Mother fucker thinks he’s in the kiddie pool,’ Cassandra said, looking directly at Faslane as she said it, dark, smouldering eyes locked onto his in a confrontational stare. ‘Gonna take everything you’ve got to satisfy me, and I mean *everything*…’
Faslane slapped Cassandra’s cheek, caught her chin in his hand, and slapped it again.
‘That might be a start…’ she cooed.
Up on the rostrum, Dareios pulled away. Lorel’s body collapsed as if deflated, air let out of it, and then, within an instant Dareios was inside her again, his impossibly stiff and meatily girthsome monster shaft penetrating her fully and holding her body up rigidly, as if a stuffed toy had had a stick inserted inside to stiffen it. Lorel gasped, almost convulsing, unable to breathe again as the immense intrusion stuffed her, but her eyes blazed with sheer delight, and this time Dareios slapped her face once, twice, a third time, and her eyes lit up even more as she took each impact, staring at him. Wordlessly, submissively, she nodded again, still unable to properly speak. Her hands were clenched now as she inclined her arms inwards to push her immense tits together and captured his sizeable, muscular arm between the bulging curves of her cleavage, the capacious globes almost hiding it from sight between the two basketball sized orbs on her tight teen frame.
Then Dareios let loose, throwing push after push of pulverising stomach shunting spearing thrusts into Lorel, fucking not her pussy, not that gushing hole of squirting fluid, but her whole *fucking* body at once, driving every time to split her open further, deeper, wider, squishing her organs out of order, displacing everything brutally and randomly reorganising everything inside her to the heft of his rampantly throbbing, meaty monster pole, hot sticky precum sloshing inside her and all the while what breath she now could summon went into desperate pleas for more, for more for more.
‘HARDER!-‘ ---THUMPSPLATT- ‘HAAAARDER!’ SMAKKKK- ‘FUCK ME DEEPER FUCK ME DEEPER MAKE IT FUCKING POP OUT MY MOUTH MAKE IT FUCKING POP MY HEAD OFF YOU BASTAAAAAARD…!!!!!’
‘Fucking stupid bitch…’
Dareios wasn’t in the mood for complements. He was slapping her constantly now.
‘Fucking stupid bimbo whore…’
*THIS* was taking him to the edge. *THIS* - the whole of Lorel’s gorgeous body, the porndoll’s gleaming, tanned, sculptured, hyperfeminine, huge, hard-heavy breasted core, gripped around his turgid prong, was what was manufacturing sublime friction in every centimetre of his dong, every part of her rearranged innards stretched around his brawny club of beast cock.
It was perfect it was perfect it was perfect until-
‘Oh Daaaaarreeiossssssss…’
Dareios made the mistake of looking to the side. Next to them on the couch, Tamara was on all fours and waving her massive round rump at him. She slowly slid a hand over the immense, bulging, curvy contours of her peachy booty, driving slick furrows in the dappling of sweat that coated her ass, and then give it a brisk firm slap.
‘An upgrade is available…’ Tamara giggled.
The fuckdoll whore pointedly looked away and then started to lusciously twerk her juicy ass, making each of the globular cheeks jiggle independently, shaking her bubble-butt with whoreish insouciance, as if paying him no mind, even as her bronzed butt swayed deliciously. Applying her hand back to her round can, she held open one cheek exposing her dripping pink slit and dilated her tight little asshole at the warrior.
She winked her asshole at the warrior.
‘FUCK!’ Dareios exclaimed.
Looking up at the them from the pool, Faye was the first to comment.
‘This will end well.’
Cassandra was still leering at Faslane, ‘babe, take a look up there. That’s what happens when you make a real man angry. He wrecks you until you’re just a little piece of twitching meat on his dong. Now can you say that about you?’
‘Can’t wait till *he* gets back in the pool,’ Jizzelle said, pantomiming fluttering her eyes.
Faslane glowered and retracted his horsecock from Cassandra’s cleavage. It came away from between her tits and slopped with a splash into the lube. The huge-muscled man reached out for the templar’s sinuously strong arm, grabbed her tricep and span her. She giggled as he turned her away from her, sliding his face into her neck from behind and slipping it next to her ear, then against the shaven part of her head, like an animal nuzzling another. They were close, their hard bodies sliding together, and she felt his heat and the throbbing of blood through his body.
From below, something huge, heavy, and dangerous was stirring, like a deadly sea-python or rigid eel. Cassandra felt it nudge against her taut, bulging quad from the side, and then the unmistakable sensation of the smooth, round, firm head of the man’s giant penis slide over the rounded bubble of her bulging muscular buttock, before the crown, the size of a meaty clenched fist, slid over further and kissed against the outer lips of her pussy.
‘Ooooo yeah…’ she exhaled.
There was a shudder of electricity in her spine and a blossoming in her loins as Faslane eased the cocktip further, the bulging, heavy flared tip of the member splitting apart the folds of her vulva delicately as it eased past them, and she looked down between her monster hooters to behold the head and then the vein-ripped thick shaft it topped sluicing through the water from between her legs beneath her. The monstrous dorsal vein of the monstrous organ throbbed against her clit as the shaft eased through the cuntlips, and she found herself riding astride it, as more and more of the brute’s massive shaft forced her legs apart to steer its passage through. The cocktip broke the surface of the lube pool, and the warrioress drooled a heavy rope of slobber all over it, and then grasped it in her hand, working her thumb all over the slick, shining head and edging Faslane sensitively.
‘I can break you, whore…’ Faslane whispered in her ear, ‘however you like. In two. Into pieces. Split down the middle. Fucking crushed…’
‘Promises promises…’
‘Or how about this…?’
Cassandra felt Faslane’s huge hands grip her by the waist and start to tighten. Above her wide hips, she had a tight, slim midriff, absolutely ripped and ruthlessly stripped of fat, glossy, fat, gleaming rows of abdominals in a sculptured row. Faslane’s fingers fitted around her and fastened on them from either side.
Cassandra cooed, responded to the touch, and started to ride Faslane’s big bloated cum pump barrel that speared between her legs, slowly and sensually sliding her slickened cunt lips over the top of the insanely protruding dong.
‘Daren’t even fuck my pussy now since I almost broke your brain earlier, big boy? Little bit of rubbing all you can take now, huh?’
Her assmeat, twin cannonballs of bronzed, firm globes, butted against his pelvis as all of his shaft was thrust through her thigh-gap.
‘You’ll never break me, whore, never outlast me, never out-fuck me, I’m going to break that pussy so you can’t stop squirting, you’ll see…’
‘I’m gonna make you squirt your payload right here, now you’ve said that…’
‘I’m gonna break *you*,’ Faslane said.
Faslane increased the pressure on his grip on Cassandra’s abs as the fuckdoll templar warrioress slid her cooch over the beefy tube of engorged male flesh, and sighed a little as the tensile pressure was met by the steel-hard constitution of her ripped, rippling core.
‘Going to or going to try to?’ Cassandra said. She kept rocking her hips on his fuckpiece, all the while shuddering expressively as the slippery top side of his brawny member skated on the slick lube that connected them.
Faslane might have been impressed, but he was more frustrated at the way that the busty, stacked bimbo warrioresses’ sculptured body seemed immune to his squeezing. She herself squeezed now, enfolding his dick on either side with her muscular legs, closing her thigh gap around his pulsating schlong and stroking him off with her extremities.
‘Going to…’ Faslane muttered, his cock expelling a hot bolt of precum into the water.
‘I’ll hold you to that…’
Meanwhile, at Tamara’s ‘invitation’, Dareios had retracted his dripping fuck spear out of Lorel in a second. She collapsed. With a roar he took his fuck truncheon in his hand and guided it to Tamara’s gleaming posterior, impaling the slutty brunette bimbo from the rear with every inch of his colossal, now painfully hard member, thrusting it with demonic force all the way into her pussy. Every one of his muscles was fully bulging and engaged, his abs standing out like cobblestones on his torso. His hard groin smacked wetly against Tamara’s curvy assbomb rear-end, whereupon the towering warrior seized both of the spheres of the stacked super-slut’s proudly bouncing assmeat in his hands and smacked her juicy, jiggling bombshell booty hard even as she twerked it.
Tamara was going to cry out but, like Lorel, found her capacity for speech suddenly curtailed with a strange, strangled, glottal sound as the inhumanly hung warrior that she herself had created somehow found a way to drive his monstrous, throbbing bell end right up to seemingly the back of her throat. Every sensation she experienced was currently eclipsed by the spearing of the jacked stud’s arm-thick penile cum cannon into her pussy and then seemingly *continuing on*, continuing where it surely couldn’t, surely shouldn’t, dislodging guts inside her as it seared into her, parting her insides in one fluid motion that made her stomach feel like it had been prodded aside.
‘You look like a kebab, babe…’ Lorel remarked.
Tamara’s eyes slid to the side to see her challenger, ‘I… uh… thanks.’
‘Any time.’
‘Shut up Loli,’ Tamara said, grimacing, ‘this is so… so… SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!’
At this point, the three of them became aware of a repeated banging sound behind them. It didn’t have so much a squeaky mattress-style sense to it as more an incredibly hench and determined blacksmith hammering a blade for the ages on an anvil in a forge. Even Tamara tried to crane her eyes over to look, teeth all set as her rear end was getting annihilated.
‘What… the fuck… is that…’
