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True to his word, he shoved his cock into me and itdidfeel like he was going to rip me apart, split me in half. My body was quaking, my legs trembling uncontrollably. Every stroke was luxuriously deep. He’d bottom out inside me, and then push just a little more — enough to make me ache and beg.
“So-so deep, Vince, please — oh my God —”
“Aw, don’t you sound so sweet,” he cooed. “Look at that sexy pout on your face. Is that too deep for you, baby?”
“No, not — ah — not too — fuck —”
“She can’t even get her words out,” Jason said, laughing at me as he stood beside the table. “I think you’re going to make her come, Vincent.”
“Fuck yeah, look at her eyes roll back,” Lucas said, standing at my head as he peered down at me. God, they seemed massive, like giants while I was a tiny bug. Lucas braced his hands against both sides of my face, saying, “Come for him, girl. Let’s see how messy you can get.”
I cried out with abandon as I came. I was spread so wide, and Vincent was hitting so deep, he made me squirt. I gushed around his cock, and received enthusiastic praise from the men gathered around me.
“You feel so good, baby,” Vincent said, hunching over me, punishing me with every thrust. “I’m going to breed this pussy every fucking day, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” I groaned as his face contorted with pleasure, driving into me hard as he came. He remained bent over me for nearly a minute, arms braced against the table, before he slowly dragged his cock out. I could feel myself dripping but I was helpless to do anything about it.
Then Jason stepped into position.
“Nice and wet for me,” he said, tapping his ridiculously thick cock against me. He tapped once, twice, then he plunged inside and groaned. “Fuck, yes, you’re dripping all over the place.” He looked down as he moved inside me, watching his cock drag in and out.
“Oh my God, Jason,pleeeaaase!” My begging drew out into a desperate whine as he leaned over me.
“Is it too much, princess?” he said sweetly. “Does it feel so good you just can’t take it?” He was fucking me slow, in long strokes that I felt deep inside me as his hips pressed against my ass.
“Feels so good,” I murmured. My eyes nearly rolled back as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
“That’s it, Jason, let’s hear her moan,” Vincent said. His hands were resting on the table beside me as he watched, and Manson stood opposite from him. Lucas still loomed over my head, his suit unzipped so he could stroke his cock.
Jason groaned, shuddering as he hunched over me and filled me with his seed. He kept rocking inside me even after he came, until slowly pulling out. They all leaned over to inspect me afterwards, as I lay helplessly spread open on the table.
Manson said, “I think you fucked the sense out of her, J, look at her eyes.”
God, I was in bliss. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t string together a coherent sentence — but I moaned with need when Lucas moved into position, stroking himself, his tongue trailing slowly along his lower lip.
“Look at that messy cunt,” he said, slapping the head of his cock against me. He rubbed himself through the cum dripping out of me, and without any preamble, shoved himself inside with one smooth thrust.
There was a deep, primal satisfaction to being entered so viciously. He fucked into me immediately, brutally. There was no build-up; there was no mercy. I was wailing with complete abandon, as loudly and recklessly as I wanted. I was sore already, and Lucas’s cock hit that deepachingspot inside me.
“Scream for me, girl,” he said, hips slapping against me. Every plunge of his cock sounded so wet. “Can’t do anything except lay there and take it, just like a good fucktoy should.”
He came inside me with a rough groan. He pulled out of me, letting loose a string of curses as he caught his breath.
“There you go, Manson,” he said, chuckling softly. “How’s that for sloppy seconds?” He plunged his fingers into me, slick and wet. He fingered their cum inside me, pumping it into me. The lewd sound made me whimper.
Manson moved to stand between my legs, gripping his cock. Lucas withdrew his fingers, leaned down and stroked his tongue along Manson’s shaft. My Master shivered, grinning with pleasure as he caressed Lucas’s head, running his palm over skull.
“Mm, so excited, aren’t you, baby?” Vincent murmured. “Do you want Manson to fill you up with his cum?”
I nodded, wiggling my bound legs, inching my hips toward him. Manson hooked his finger around my collar as he leaned over me, and my stomach fluttered.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. His cock was poised to sink inside me and I wanted nothing more than to feel that deep, perfect ache again.
“Please,” I said. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”
Manson entered me slowly, keeping his eyes on my face. I was so wet, so full already; I felt messy and lewd as he squeezed into me. He groaned as he settled inside me, moving with slow, almost lazy thrusts at first.
It hurt so good, my pussy was so sore. Manson pulled back his hips, gripped my thighs, and tugged me toward him as he thrust forward again. I squealed, nonsensical words streaming out of me, “Feels so good, so fucking good, God, please...”
