Page 44 of 12 Days

A raspy voice from behind tells me that he is going to wipe the cum from me first.

A warm cloth moves over my pussy, ass, and inner thighs, causing yet another chill to rush through my body. I don't know who is cleaning me up, but the warmth of the soft cloth feels terrific.

Since there are five of them, I hope I can guess this right. Each has a different feel, but enormous cocks. I hope to do each one justice by guessing right.

Without a word, the first cock rubs over the swell of my pussy lips. Whoever he is, he doesn’t waste any time. One he thrusts, I have the entirety of his entire 12-inch cock inside me.

The mystery man holds himself entirely inside of me. My walls tighten around the shaft of his dick.

I know who it is right away. It's Simon.

Is it wrong of me to not say that I know right away? I don't want him to stop, so for a few moments, the only sounds from me are the ones of a perfect fuck. Moans, groans, grunts, and purrs.

My pussy loves the way his cock takes the full capacity each time he bottoms out.

“It's Simon,” I moan, my body shaking upon impact. “I would know that cock anywhere.”

Simon pulls back and out, “Good girl. I'm glad you know the feel of my cock.”

The next one is a little harder. A smooth cock head rubs up and down my cunt lips, pressing against the small pink rim before pushing inside. I can feel him in the pit of my stomach. His girth is larger.

Hands grip my ass cheeks, the tips of fingers pressing into my flesh.

“I…I…” I’m groaning, my voice labored and raspy, “I think….it's Finn!”

A firm slap hits across my ass. He pulls back and out. I feel like I have disappointed him. I should know who it was, but I didn't.

The next one is bigger. Well, in body mass this one is. I can feel his muscular thighs press against me. It's Tristan, but I don't say it yet. I want him inside of my pussy before I guess. Three strokes into my wet walls and I announce who it is.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Tristan.”

Tristan pulls back and out, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

I'm not ready when the next one enters me. A cock pushes into my asshole, burying himself to the balls.

I guess that it's Eason, but he doesn't stop when I say it first.

“You’re Eason.” I moan. “I know it's you.”

A hand reaches between my legs, rubbing hard on my clit. Even though the game is not over, Eason is rubbing hard enough to bring me to orgasm. Screaming out, I cry in pleasure with every wave of heat that rips through my body.

I knew I was right. I knew the moment he pushed into my ass.

“Open your eyes, Alyssa. Open and get on the floor in front of us.” Tate is smiling as I move to the ground in front of all of them.

Five men stand in front of me, jacking off their cocks. 60-inches of cock locked and loaded and ready to cum.

And I want it.

No, I need it.

“Cum for me, please. I need it. I want all your cum on my face!”

That was all it took to send my five men over the edge, all five of them blowing massive loads of cum on my face. Shot after shot of semen splatters my mouth, chin, eyes, and hair. I am a mess when they've finally finished.

The waitress comes in with wet napkins and towels, leaving them on the table before going. I'm sure she will be tipped well for her silence and her service.

“Dessert was fantastic, Alyssa. You outdid yourself tonight,” Tate says as he hands towels out to everyone.

I don't understand what's come over me lately. If this is the perfume, I’ll make sure it will never see the shelves.

But a part of me knows that I have always wanted this.

I’m not being used if I enjoy it, right?

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