Another man still in front of me, a thug in the rear, entering my hole, causing me to squeal, my cock rock hard and, because the leader mentioned it, ...they started saying now your are bitch. I had already been with several men and, have no problem giving head and, actually really get off on it, ****, being forced to fuck, was so much better. The whole ordeal lasted, maybe a half hour, two of them dumped in my rear and, two in my mouth with more cum, all over me. The thugs put their cocks away. He dropped a kiss on a cheekbone and nuzzled upwards to bury his face in her long soft hair, unruly as only Afro hair could be, chestnut brown, lighter where the sun she loved so much had kissed it. He loved its luxuriousness and shine, and more than anything, after he’d left her, its smell lingered in his memory, a heavenly fruit cocktail slightly musked by sweet sweat. She opened her startling wide brown eyes and looked at him, smiling in such a way that he was compelled to kiss her full. I remembered feeling relieved that the fisting was over and was eager to close my eyes and sleep. Instead Mommy had lifted her head from under whatever beast was currently plowing her from behind and told me to take more Twilight like a good little slut. I did as she asked and Beth had pushed my legs up and back so that I was bent in half with my knees touching my shoulders on the couch. Unable to move much from the fuzzy drug and my pussy still throbbing from all of the abuse I had just laid. Since then I'd eaten out every woman I ever fucked. I love eating out pussy, but it tastes better after it's been fucked. My technique was to perform oral on a girl for a while until she was cumming and then say "Hang on; I'll eat it more in just a minute." Then I'd fuck her a while longer, shoot my load, and go down to my creampie treat. So I'd been a cum-eater for quite some time when I saw this man in the Voyeur Room enjoy several creampies in a row. This was different. ¦I'd only eaten my.