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eleven inches long, with balls of varying circumference placed at random intervals. The orgasm she’d have when he pulled it out? Definitely something they needed to get on film. Jayson imagined it would be the highlight of the ad promotion Russ would put together. And he couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to film her. Her pale skin showed up brilliantly against all of the black and red under the spotlights.
She kept whimpering each time he’d press another ball of the snake up her rectum. She definitely wasn’t relaxing, which only made inserting the thing more painful for her. Jayson leaned over and sucked her clit between his lips, lapping at it with his tongue.
That was all it took. She climaxed again, and her whole body either tensed or relaxed—but she relaxed her asshole enough that he pressed the snake the rest of the way up inside her. A string at the base fell out of her hole, looking like a tail, and her sphincter closed around it.
Trent brought over a bowl of ice, and then Pete joined them both. They each took cubes in both hands and started rubbing it over Chelsea’s overheated body.
She hissed in a breath when the ice came down on her skin. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Cooling you off for a bit.”
Her skin was so hot all over that the cubes melted quickly. Trent rubbed them over the pink and red marks on her breasts Jayson’s flogger had left until the cubes disappeared. Then he took two more and held them directly over her swollen, taut nipples.
While he was doing that, Pete had been running cubes over her belly and her legs. Jayson, meanwhile, had chosen to load Chelsea’s cunt with ice, stuffing her so full of the stuff you could see it pressing up against her abdomen. Now he held a cube on her clit the same way Trent was doing with her tits. With his other hand, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her ass, pressing the balls of the snake up against the hard ice cubes filling her pussy and wiggling them around.
She thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering and cussing at them, alternately.
By the time they’d gone through half the bowl of ice and a steady stream of water was dripping from her body, most notably from her pussy, he figured she’d had enough for now.
The doorbell rang. Pizza delivery. Perfect timing, just as planned.
“Ready for lunch, boys?” They’d need to refuel for round two, after all.
Pete and Trent took a seat on the couch and picked up their beers again, and Jayson went to the door. Damian, a former linebacker, stood there with three pizza boxes.
“I take it I’m just in time,” he said, without even blinking at Jayson’s nudity.
“She’s all ready for you.” Jayson took the pizza, and Damian went ahead of him into the studio. He sat down between Trent and Pete to watch the show.
Damian dropped his pants as soon as he got in the room, and Chelsea’s eyes about bugged out of her head.
“Who is he?” she nearly shrieked. She wriggled and squirmed, but she was no match for the tight belts holding her in place, not even with a healthy dose of panic. “You seriously aren’t going to let another stranger fuck me, are you?”
And really, Jayson couldn’t blame her totally. As tight as her cunt was, and as much as she’d already had to stretch to accommodate Jayson and Pete and the dildos, he imagined the size of Damian’s big, black cock was terrifying.
Jayson took out a slice of pizza and took a bite of it. After he swallowed, he said, “Damian, meet Chelsea. Chelsea, meet Damian. More importantly, Chelsea’s cunt, meet Damian’s cock.”
Her tears fell in earnest now.
Damian didn’t start with his cock though. He bent down between her wide-spread thighs and used his tongue in her, slurping up the last of the melting ice combined with her juices. Then he abraded her swollen pussy lips with his teeth, nibbling a trail up to her reddened, abused clit.
The ice had to have numbed her somewhat, but still she was
She kept whimpering each time he’d press another ball of the snake up her rectum. She definitely wasn’t relaxing, which only made inserting the thing more painful for her. Jayson leaned over and sucked her clit between his lips, lapping at it with his tongue.
That was all it took. She climaxed again, and her whole body either tensed or relaxed—but she relaxed her asshole enough that he pressed the snake the rest of the way up inside her. A string at the base fell out of her hole, looking like a tail, and her sphincter closed around it.
Trent brought over a bowl of ice, and then Pete joined them both. They each took cubes in both hands and started rubbing it over Chelsea’s overheated body.
She hissed in a breath when the ice came down on her skin. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Cooling you off for a bit.”
Her skin was so hot all over that the cubes melted quickly. Trent rubbed them over the pink and red marks on her breasts Jayson’s flogger had left until the cubes disappeared. Then he took two more and held them directly over her swollen, taut nipples.
While he was doing that, Pete had been running cubes over her belly and her legs. Jayson, meanwhile, had chosen to load Chelsea’s cunt with ice, stuffing her so full of the stuff you could see it pressing up against her abdomen. Now he held a cube on her clit the same way Trent was doing with her tits. With his other hand, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her ass, pressing the balls of the snake up against the hard ice cubes filling her pussy and wiggling them around.
She thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering and cussing at them, alternately.
By the time they’d gone through half the bowl of ice and a steady stream of water was dripping from her body, most notably from her pussy, he figured she’d had enough for now.
The doorbell rang. Pizza delivery. Perfect timing, just as planned.
“Ready for lunch, boys?” They’d need to refuel for round two, after all.
Pete and Trent took a seat on the couch and picked up their beers again, and Jayson went to the door. Damian, a former linebacker, stood there with three pizza boxes.
“I take it I’m just in time,” he said, without even blinking at Jayson’s nudity.
“She’s all ready for you.” Jayson took the pizza, and Damian went ahead of him into the studio. He sat down between Trent and Pete to watch the show.
Damian dropped his pants as soon as he got in the room, and Chelsea’s eyes about bugged out of her head.
“Who is he?” she nearly shrieked. She wriggled and squirmed, but she was no match for the tight belts holding her in place, not even with a healthy dose of panic. “You seriously aren’t going to let another stranger fuck me, are you?”
And really, Jayson couldn’t blame her totally. As tight as her cunt was, and as much as she’d already had to stretch to accommodate Jayson and Pete and the dildos, he imagined the size of Damian’s big, black cock was terrifying.
Jayson took out a slice of pizza and took a bite of it. After he swallowed, he said, “Damian, meet Chelsea. Chelsea, meet Damian. More importantly, Chelsea’s cunt, meet Damian’s cock.”
Her tears fell in earnest now.
Damian didn’t start with his cock though. He bent down between her wide-spread thighs and used his tongue in her, slurping up the last of the melting ice combined with her juices. Then he abraded her swollen pussy lips with his teeth, nibbling a trail up to her reddened, abused clit.
The ice had to have numbed her somewhat, but still she was
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