Page 121 of Savage Daddies

I grit my teeth, my own arousal building. “I think more.”

“I think so too,” Bullwhip says.

“She’s a dirty girl.” I spank her ass.

She sticks it out for another slap.

Bullwhip does the honor.

Her recoiling ass cheeks make my cock twitch.

“She’sourdirty girl,” I say.

She starts to move her hips in circular motions, her second hole occasionally winking between her two globes.

Carefully, to test the water, I circle my finger around the outside.

She squeals.

“How’s that, darling?”

“I…have never been touched there before.”

“We can stop, sweetheart,” says Poet. “If you would like. Anything you want.”

“NO!” Her hips crash into mine. “Use me however you like. My body is yours.”

“See?” I turn to the others. “I told you she was a dirty girl.”

Poet reaches to run his hands up her chest. “Darling, you’re feeling quite hot. I’d hate for you to pass out from the heat. Shall we cool you down?”

“I’m not ready to stop,” she says.

I flick her clit.

“AH! Oh my god!” she screams. “I wish you could feel how good this is.”

“Idofeel it, sweetheart.”

Her walls close in.

I plunge deep inside of her again at an angle that I’ve come to realize is her favorite.

Maybe I’m dead. It’s the only explanation for how I made it to heaven. Her aspirated breaths echo in my ears, and her hot, writhing walls pulsate around my length.

Cum shoots out of me, and her pussy receives it well.

I choke out a groan.

Spill my seed.

Zoe looks over her shoulder as soon as I exit as if to ask,“Who’s next?”

“On the couch.” Poet points across the room.

Bullwhip scoops her up, carrying her over.

“You still wanna go?” Poet sits next to her. “We can take a break.”

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