43 Drowning in an ocean of nectar. Part2 (1/2)

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Too inspired, I can only continue this novel.

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Coming from the small room in the basement, the laughter of the vulgar men resounds to the outside of the partially ruined mansion. Everyone applauds the participants in the game they name among themselves, (The first who squirts, loses.)

With Rhea in the centre, her two little maids on her sides, and three men behind them, the spectators take bets on who will be the one fill a pussy with his sperm.

Cocks in hand, some of the spectators, not very patient, move forward and also wanting to be part of the game, the rascals stick their cocks in the mouths of the girls whose pussies, which have been receiving dicks for almost three hours, keep letting a complex mixture, composed of cyprine and sperm, flow.

Listening to the adorable moans of pleasure from the three pretty girls who are constantly having their wombs painted and watching his men having a great evening, the chief of the bandits, smilles. Reveling in the sight of the two enormous tits that he can handle without even palpate them, he pulls on the little rope that he has tied to the milk-swollen nipples of the blonde beauty.

When his rope is tightened under his strength, still as fascinated by the two monstrous breasts that swing back and forth of the bitch with a face covered in semen, masses of masses of flesh stop their wide movements. Very excited to be the new master of such beauty with such a body, by his will alone, seeing the two giant breasts stretch forward, the chief of the bandits gives a new small blow on his rope.

As an expert himself and for comparison, the bandit leader is clear. He, who has tested the three little pussies, can draw this conclusion. Admittedly, forcing his big limb into the two minuscule holes of the maids caused him a rapid rise in sperm, however, once he put his dick in the bottom of their uterus, the initial surprise had passed, the pleasure was finally not so great.

Small asses, small thighs, small tits, these eighteen-year-old girls have everything small. According to his experience, they must belong to one of those western tribes where women don't age until they are forty.

As he watches the little maids struggling to suck the six cocks that his men have just stuck in front of their lips, he recalls that this kind of women/teenagers were very fashionable when he was just a virgin.

The nobles, rich merchants and bourgeois went so far as spend all their savings to acquire these little immature beauties.

At that time, those sweet little pussies that squeezed their dicks, so much that the weakest among the men, spat their sperm as soon as they crossed the labia majora of this pretty girls. These overpriced slaves was part of the obligatory luxury products that every rich man had to possess.

Suddenly, his face darkens as he thought of the one who took his virginity from him. His father introduced her to him as the daughter of a friend. He was only 15 years old at the time, and when he saw this beautiful teenage girl with her ass waddling around, his heart immediately wavered.

A little shy and unsure of himself, the first time he lowered her panties, he inserted two fingers into her slimy pussy, yet he didn't dare penetrate her and finally, one evening, while everyone was asleep, he stuffed her ass in the stable. His cock having tasted the warm and humid female entrails, the next morning he rushed to her room, threw the teenage girl's blankets away and dryly, he penetrated her narrow vagina.