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😱Olha meu cuzão de puta engolindo 28cm ate o talo
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After dinner, Nicole and I — two aroused goddesses in heat — decided the fun was far from over. We tied that pathetic piece of trash spread-eagle on the bed, arms and legs bound tight. Completely helpless. Ours to destroy.
Me, Bertie, in a skintight yellow tank that barely contains my tits, and sheer nylon stockings that make my legs look lethal. Nicole in a tiny skirt that hides nothing and a emerald-green crop top hugging her perfect curves. We looked like erotic apocalypse incarnate.
We pounced. Nicole went first — slamming her apocalyptic ass straight onto his worthless face, burying him alive beneath her. Zero oxygen. Just hot, wet, royal prison.
We took turns enthroning ourselves on his pathetic fuck-face. When Nicole finally rose, she peeled off her panties — absolutely drenched, heavy with her thick, creamy pussy nectar — and without a word, shoved them deep into his gaping mouth like the filthiest gag in existence: “Eat it, worm. Swallow my divine juices.”
I leaned over his stuffed, trembling hole of a mouth and unleashed thick, ropey, foaming white spit — huge, deliberate globs pouring straight down his throat, overflowing, running down his chin. He choked, gurgled, but I just laughed and spat harder: “Swallow, toilet. This is your communion.”
And instantly we sat again. Nicole dropped back down, grinding her bare ass over his panty-stuffed, spit-drowning face, forcing everything deeper. Then my turn — smearing the disgusting, sopping mess all over his skin with my perfect cheeks.
We were both dripping with arousal — from his pathetic muffled whimpers, from his total powerlessness, from how perfectly we were annihilating him. This wasn’t sex. This was a sacred ritual of female supremacy, and he was nothing but a wet, gasping, ruined doormat beneath our goddess asses.👑👑👑