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Tharros Cave Orgy 17
🕑 Added 2023-11-17 08:53:39 +0000 UTCHi studs and slut,
As promised - also going well on the next Nexus submission...
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Lorel was actually doing her best to gasp for air while her windpipe was being plugged by one of the most superhuman slabs of prime cock meat she had ever encountered, the meaty crown of Dareios’ cockhead pushing her throat open further than ever, further than she thought possible, further than the limits of human anatomy would allow, and when the meat-stick wielding hypermasculine warrior withdrew his hips for each stroke, she could feel – and indeed everyone could observe – the thoroughly obscene tenting and bloating of her delicate throat, and indeed, the shape of the big man’s inflated glans as its round brim penetrated her deeply.
Lorel, slut as she was, went discernibly cross-eyed with orgiastic pleasure and looked very much the stupidest, thoroughly fuck-drunk and overwhelmed fuckpuppet it was possible to be, even as she felt Dareios apply pressure to the back of her head, his meaty arms flexing hugely as the brawny cords of muscle further forced his humongous fuckrod further and further down her throat with each thrust, Lorel’s killer body pushed to its elastic limits as her neck began ballooning to an impossible degree.
Even at the same time from behind, Damon was administering a rapid-fire fucking and spanking her gorgeous ass with his hand, swiping it again and again over her juicy twerking butt as he nailed her pussy so that every thrust hammered her body deeper against Dareios’s groin and made her crossed eyes bulge out as her bimbo body got hilted onto the raging two feet plus of veined dickbrawn.
‘I want them to wear me like a fucking glove…’ Tamara said dreamily.
The brunette turned her head upwards, as from above, Cassandra and Jizzelle drooled thick trails of cum over the head of Pontus’s dick, whereupon it dripped off it and into her mouth.
The thick sluice of cum that was being airdropped into Tamara’s mouth by the two massive titted whores turned into a deluge, and even though the brunette swallowed as much as she could, chugging it down her neck, soon rivulets of it were dribbling off her chin and sliding onto her tits. Pontus withdrew his dick from the equation as Cassandra and Jizzelle could resist no longer, the pair of whores falling upon her and glutting themselves on the remnants of the glossy, viscous seed that they had waterfalled into Tamara’s slurping, upturned mouth, and the three of the sluts were soon smacking their plump lips rapaciously together, twining tongues cleaning all of the sticky excess off each other’s gleaming chins, jaws, mouths, necks, and huge jutting tits, and swallowing all they could.
‘Fuck that tastes good,’ Jizzelle said.
‘Fucking breakfast of champions, am I right?’ Cassandra smiled.
Tamara grinned too. There was something absurdly satiating in the heavy curds of spunk that they were consuming. Like all of them, she was a cum connoisseur, an absolutely avid spunk-swallower – but this wasn’t about the ostentatious gargling and the elaborate display of ingesting a guy’s spunk and presenting a nice clean tongue to him and his drooping cockend to show that you’d thrown it back – this was about the substance itself, the thickness, consistency, and life-affirming property of the seed they were all loving lapping up and swallowing down.
She released a soulful belch in the direction of Spillsby’s and Faslane’s dicks that had both definitive vibrational power and the potency of a small gust of wind.
They were all startled by a sudden splash behind them.
‘EEEEEEEEEKKK-GGGGLLOBBBBAAAAGHGHHhhh!!’
The lot of them turned. Pontus, it appeared, had hefted Faye up in his huge arms, and tossed her unceremoniously behind him, dumping her in the lube pool.
Everyone giggled, and then after a second or two, Faye appeared, rising out the glossy pool.
Almost in slow motion, the top of her head appeared, with the transparent, glistening liquid coursing off her long blonde tresses, smoothing all of them as she broke the surface. Fluently, the lucid liquid ran down the features of her face, before the young teen acolyte’s absolutely massive set of fuck globes breached the rippling, glass-like surface also, the thick, shiny, lube-like substance coursing off her bloated cans in all directions.
Faye blinked to clear her eyes and instinctively tilted her torso upwards and stick her tits out.
‘Come on it, the water’s fine!’
She punctuated her sentence with a definitive flex of her pectorals that made the pair of humongous protruding melons hump up and down on her chest. A dual pair of milk sprays popped out of her nipples to accompany the movement, both of which ended up laced over Pontus’s projecting nearly two-foot fuck club, roping off it at different sections.
‘It’s better than water. I can’t put my finger on it but I feel… stronger?’
Pontus needed no further encouragement. He all but threw himself into the lube pool, displacing a lot of the liquid in the process. By that time Faye was standing up – the pool was waist deep, and she was already gathering splashes of the substance and swathing it over her arms and kneading it into her glistening tits.
‘Not bad for cleaning up too…’
The others were still a little transfixed by the display of the trio on the other raised rostrum to get into the pool just yet. In the interim, Damon, still animalistically fucking the gorgeous blonde hyper-whore teen from behind had stopping slapping her globular twerking ass and reached forwards, extending his twin and index fingers on each hand to fishhook Lorel’s cheeks from the back of her head and pull her mouth as elastically wide as it could possibly go, stretching her lips even further and fishhooking her already dismorphically stretched face around Dareios’s immensely rigid, lamppost-thick spunk pole.
No longer pretty as the proverbial picture, bloodshot capillaries could be seen in the whites of the curvaceous slut’s eyes as they boggled at each intrusion of the monstrous blunt organ that pistoned smoothly into her gullet, making her throat bulge like a frog and her brutally invaded oesophagus emit ragged quacks like a duck. Dareios wasn’t taking any chances either and held her head in his iron-hard warrior’s clasp as well, so that the teen blonde’s whole head was almost completely captured in a four-way configuration of both brutal human man-hammers’ ham-sized fists, every sinew of which was prizing open her face to maximum capacity, the better to mercilessly and brutally smash the rock-hard vein-bulging fuck club through the gaping aperture of her maw and into her deepest, stickiest depths.
Every time Dareios did so, she felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her skull.
Thick bubbles of Lorel’s slobber and what was obviously Dareios’s now frequent blasts of hot, gluey precum began seeping out from around Lorel’s dismorphically stretched lips, along with a rattling, gurgling reverberation from her gullet as the colossal cum-tubed cocksmiths slid her further along the obscene flesh pole which eventually resulted in her nose being buried into the bulky muscles of Dareios’s hard slab of abs. A wet beard of frothy goo was now hanging from the stacked whore’s neck and chin as her eyes once more fully rolled back in her head, her cunt erupting in a thick shower of her sticky girlcum at Damon’s two-footed strokes slapped heavily into her juicy, jiggling rear, a fat squelching and slapping sound accompanying the smacking thrusts of his own groin against her globular glutes and her slick pussy squishing.
‘Fucking whore…’
The spray began to pool around her knees as Dareios held her head against his pelvis and flexed his dick, letting her throat pulse and twitch around the entirety of his twenty-six inch fuck piece. The elastic membrane of her quim was hugging against the vast circumference of Damon’s beefy fuck prong as the other warrior of Teitum skewered her repeatedly from behind, and she humped, twerked and jiggled her ass against him energetically even as her cunt popped and spasmed at each of his slamming thrusts into her.
‘Look at them go…’ Jizzelle said. She swatted Spillsby on the end of his flaccid cockend playfully, ‘don’t remember you fucking me like that. You nearly busted on the first thrust!’
‘So did you!’ Spillsby protested.
‘When he takes his dick out of her throat, her head’s just going to roll off her shoulders like a broken toy,’ Cassandra observed, ‘then it’ll be one down…’
