1. Gamble


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: First Time, Interracial Sex, Masturbation, Author: Mrbigdick2014, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    struggled to be heard from behind this taped mouth, shouting as he watched the man to whom he had lost everything he owned take his girlfriend right in from of him. The repeating slap of our colliding skin was like a drum beat moving toward a resolution. Chris and Martell cheered Deon, I moaned, allowing my lower body to be taken by f***e as an extension of his. Deon's face broke into a grimace. "Oh god.... oh fuck.... oh my god, baby girl!" he said through gritted teeth, his hands tightening their grip on my flesh as he kept feeding me all he had, deeply and rapidly. "Uh oh, I think Deon's about to give her a little present..." said Chris to Martell, sending Todd into muffled, unintelligible hysterics. "Yeah," said Deon, slowing it down. "Yeah, oh fuck...", then a long groan. My toes curled and my body spasmed as I felt him grow and pulse from deep within. I knew he was draining himself inside of me. I watched his abdomen tense up and his eyes close. I could feel the increased warmth wash against my walls, and calming numbness overtake me as his orgasm subsided. His strokes were long, steady and slow, his body shaking from the intense sensations as he slid in and out of my soaked pussy. Finally he picked me up and took me in his arms as we both collapsed on the floor, his softening dick still inside me. I leaned limply against him in his lap, feeling his cock deflating until finally he slipped out of me and a thick stream followed, hitting the wood floor with a soft pat. I ...
    felt hollowed out and spent. I felt unloved, but I felt sated, avenged, and justified. With wobbly legs and woozy head, I gathered my clothes and put them back on, my soaked, sore pussy feeling a chill as my panties touched it and sealed it again from the air. So much had changed since I put them on for the first time the previous morning. I forgot my bra, but not my bound and gagged boyfriend, whom Chris allowed finally to breath through his mouth again, coughing as the tape ripped free of his cheeks. "I can't believe you did this to me," he finally said, unable to meet my glare. "Funny, I was about to say the same damn thing to you. You did this to yourself. Get help," I said, then went to the bathroom and burst into tears. "Okay boys, lets pick up the spoils and get the fuck outta here," Deon said, finally dressed himself and focused again on getting his winnings home. He got to the front door and saw me standing in the hall. "You gonna be alright, Shorty?" he asked, stopping short of wiping the tear from my cheek. "No." "I got a couch, I suggest you sl**p on it baby. You don't wanna stay here in this hot mess tonight," he said. He was right, this place was poisoned. I was lucky to still own the shirt on my back, and the culprit sat inside, still in a daze. At Deon’s I fell asl**p almost immediately and didn't awake until the sun was streaming in through a nearby window. I heard voices in the kitchen, but didn’t recognize any of them. Below me was an envelope; the yellow ...
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