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crying out with each bite.
He picked up an extra-large condom and slipped it in place, and then he hefted himself up onto the table, hooking his massive thighs around hers in a way that put added pressure on her rope restraints. He leaned over her and braced his arms on either side of her petite frame.
Chelsea’s eyes were huge, wide. Her lips trembled.
Without any further preamble, Damian thrust his enormous cock deep inside her cunt, bringing his mouth down to kiss her as he buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke.
The kiss didn’t do much to muffle the volume of her scream, though. There was an edge of pain in her scream, without a doubt. But her legs were twitching so hard from the force of her orgasm she kicked one of her heels off.
Even as he ate, watching the show before him, Jayson stroked his cock.
Damian was fucking her so hard, his thrusts were so wild, so animalistic, so rough, that the entire table shook from the force of it. Jayson had never seen anything like it, and he’d used that table countless times before to fuck chicks on. It was solid oak. Bolted to the floor.
Damian had stopped kissing her and was now using his mouth—his teeth, more specifically—on her tits, biting into her and pulling his head back, stretching her nipples back before shaking his head like a rabid dog.
And still, Chelsea’s legs twitched and she screamed and moaned and groaned and begged for more and gasped for air with each pounding stroke.
That’s right. She was begging for it.
“Oh, fuck! Please don’t stop. Please keep fucking me.” Her words were halting, punctuated by Damian’s sharp thrusts into her cunt.
Time to change up the game.
Jayson had had more than enough to eat. He set his pizza aside and moved over to stand beside them, with Pete and Trent right behind him. Damian took the hint and shot his load inside her, then climbed off of her.
Chelsea whimpered at the loss.
“Thanks for letting me fuck her, man.” It didn’t take Damian long to put his clothes back on and let himself out.
After watching him leave, she turned her head and looked at Jayson, her eyes filled with tears and confusion and lust and need—she was ready for anything.
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him and nowhere else. “You want to be fucked more?”
“God, yes.”
He clamped his free hand down on her breast in a ruthless grip. “Slut.”
Pete slapped her other breast several times, watching it jiggle before striking it again. Trent had picked up a crop on his way over and started snapping the leather end repeatedly over her clit.
She sucked in a breath through her teeth, and new tears filled her eyes.
“Beg for it,” Jayson ordered her. “Beg us to fuck you.”
Chelsea let a tear fall. “Please, fuck me, Jayson.”
He tightened his grip in her hair and on her tit. “All of us. Beg all three of us to fuck you.”
She tried to shake her head, tried to deny she wanted it. Trent smacked her clit harder than he had to that point, and she let out a guttural moan.
Her voice dropped to little more than a groan, ragged and distressed and thoroughly overcome. “Please, all three of you fuck me.” She was shaking beneath their ministrations, trembling with sexual need.
Jayson started to knead her breast, then stopped to pinch and twist her nipple. Pete did the same, and Trent slid the leather tip of the crop over her clit, massaging it with an intense pressure.
“That’s still not good enough, Chelsea.” He pulled her tit up between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it as high as he could until it snapped free from his grip and fell back into place, ignoring her shout. “Beg us to fuck you in every hole, or we’re going to walk out of here and leave you just like you are.”
“Please, fuck me in all of my holes.” Chelsea couldn’t believe what was happening to her, that the words had come out of her mouth. She’d never, until only hours before, had sex with more than
He picked up an extra-large condom and slipped it in place, and then he hefted himself up onto the table, hooking his massive thighs around hers in a way that put added pressure on her rope restraints. He leaned over her and braced his arms on either side of her petite frame.
Chelsea’s eyes were huge, wide. Her lips trembled.
Without any further preamble, Damian thrust his enormous cock deep inside her cunt, bringing his mouth down to kiss her as he buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke.
The kiss didn’t do much to muffle the volume of her scream, though. There was an edge of pain in her scream, without a doubt. But her legs were twitching so hard from the force of her orgasm she kicked one of her heels off.
Even as he ate, watching the show before him, Jayson stroked his cock.
Damian was fucking her so hard, his thrusts were so wild, so animalistic, so rough, that the entire table shook from the force of it. Jayson had never seen anything like it, and he’d used that table countless times before to fuck chicks on. It was solid oak. Bolted to the floor.
Damian had stopped kissing her and was now using his mouth—his teeth, more specifically—on her tits, biting into her and pulling his head back, stretching her nipples back before shaking his head like a rabid dog.
And still, Chelsea’s legs twitched and she screamed and moaned and groaned and begged for more and gasped for air with each pounding stroke.
That’s right. She was begging for it.
“Oh, fuck! Please don’t stop. Please keep fucking me.” Her words were halting, punctuated by Damian’s sharp thrusts into her cunt.
Time to change up the game.
Jayson had had more than enough to eat. He set his pizza aside and moved over to stand beside them, with Pete and Trent right behind him. Damian took the hint and shot his load inside her, then climbed off of her.
Chelsea whimpered at the loss.
“Thanks for letting me fuck her, man.” It didn’t take Damian long to put his clothes back on and let himself out.
After watching him leave, she turned her head and looked at Jayson, her eyes filled with tears and confusion and lust and need—she was ready for anything.
He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him and nowhere else. “You want to be fucked more?”
“God, yes.”
He clamped his free hand down on her breast in a ruthless grip. “Slut.”
Pete slapped her other breast several times, watching it jiggle before striking it again. Trent had picked up a crop on his way over and started snapping the leather end repeatedly over her clit.
She sucked in a breath through her teeth, and new tears filled her eyes.
“Beg for it,” Jayson ordered her. “Beg us to fuck you.”
Chelsea let a tear fall. “Please, fuck me, Jayson.”
He tightened his grip in her hair and on her tit. “All of us. Beg all three of us to fuck you.”
She tried to shake her head, tried to deny she wanted it. Trent smacked her clit harder than he had to that point, and she let out a guttural moan.
Her voice dropped to little more than a groan, ragged and distressed and thoroughly overcome. “Please, all three of you fuck me.” She was shaking beneath their ministrations, trembling with sexual need.
Jayson started to knead her breast, then stopped to pinch and twist her nipple. Pete did the same, and Trent slid the leather tip of the crop over her clit, massaging it with an intense pressure.
“That’s still not good enough, Chelsea.” He pulled her tit up between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it as high as he could until it snapped free from his grip and fell back into place, ignoring her shout. “Beg us to fuck you in every hole, or we’re going to walk out of here and leave you just like you are.”
“Please, fuck me in all of my holes.” Chelsea couldn’t believe what was happening to her, that the words had come out of her mouth. She’d never, until only hours before, had sex with more than
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