Check Your Romance at the Door
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The Tall Man with the long hair was raging after what had just been done to him. Gotta fuck NOW. He grabbed her by the ankles and jerked her toward him causing her back to slam onto the mattress, bouncing. Pushed her legs wide and pounced on her.
He grabbed his sausage cock and worked the big head into her folds then immediately PUSHED.
Her cry was sudden and so loud that the others in the room looked up.
He pushed again, no mercy, and could feel himself barely beginning to get in.
Her heart was banging the walls of her chest.
Too fast! It HURTS!
She bared her teeth at him like a dog, yelling, "Goddam you! wait...."
So he waits, sweating, panting---his cock partially in her (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! So tight!!), he waits for her to stretch so she can take him in.
Finally, with a furrowed brow she says, "Okay.....easy," and they begin their intercourse.
God almighty, it felt for all the world like the fat end of a baseball bat was screwing into her.
She pulled her knees back so her pussy was pointing more up at the ceiling.
He got on his feet, crouched, and began fucking her steadily. Holy shit.
She was so hellishly tight, he was so punishingly big, their minds raced back and forth registering both pain and ecstasy.
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Five feet away, the anal marathon was nearing its climax. The Redheaded hostess was groaning in rhythm with his thrusts, he was now driving so deep that it moved her entire body forward each time he pushed.
"Ohh! Ohh! OHHH...SHIT! GOD....MmMmMmMmFUCK!!!"
As her body shook, the muscled, dark skinned man arrived at her face, forced her mouth open and pushed his slick erection all the way in. She would have cried out, but her mouth and throat were full of cock.
He was still so sensitive from fucking the other woman's backside, already so near the edge, that in less than a minute his cum was sliding down the back of Red's throat.
She continued to moan and groan her orgasm, emitting a desperate grating sound from her voice box. She gulped his stuff the best she could, trying to breathe as well.
Norah Jones and the Tall guy had their eyes glued on the threesome.
Un-fucking-believable.
Amazing how when you watch somebody else it can push your libido into overdrive, especially when you're close enough to smell the sexual aromas.
She kept two fingers on her hot spot working fast from side to side. He shortened his stroke so the sensitive head of his thick cock would be popping in and out of her tight opening.
And when Red started yelling from across the bed it wasn't six seconds before both of them felt it beginning.
Boiling, foaming, tightening every muscle, she exploded first and actually wailed for a couple of seconds. When he heard her cumming, all the wild sensations that had been piling up finally buried him. His fat cock pulsed, projecting his semen deep into her. The climax was hurting his chest.
Surrounded by the sights and sounds of four people cumming, the Machine had finally had enough.
They heard the familiar gutteral, "Uuuunnggghhhh," and all four started working to bring themselves off again, this time harder and faster, getting ready for what was about to happen.
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This guy had that most curious talent coveted by men the world over. When he climaxed, he was as impressive as the greatest porn star who ever splattered a woman's face with cum.
This guy fired a load.
Must be genetic was all he could figure. When he was fifteen he thought everybody came that way, that's what normal looked like from his point of view. The teenage girls he was with back then were simply disbelieving.
Anyway, however he acquired it, he had it. Had it just about every time.
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They all watched, expecting it any second, waiting, wanting it. It was a ritual for them.
He grunted loudly, pulled out of her ass tunnel, and stroked himself about three times. The others stared, moaning, groaning, cursing, and cumming again! as he slung a thick white rope across the bed.
The second shot went a little farther than the first, then four more after that until he was left sweating and breathing hard, squeezing and shaking the remains of his stuff from the tip of his penis.
Still staring, all were focused on the long white stripes dissolving into wet lines as they were absorbed by the dark blue sheets.
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They always arrived in separate cars. Had a few drinks, talked and loosened up until somebody said something or did something that got things started. From there they pretty much followed their animal instincts.
When it was over, every time when it was over it was like they retreated into themselves or something. Not much talking. No laughing or carrying on. Things got quiet.
They did smile some at each other, one or two hugs from the women maybe as they went out the front door.
Then everybody went their own way, alone.
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