Extreme Tit Torture

If this didn’t finish soon, she would pass out. Janet began frantically sucking and licking on the woman’s cunt as it rubbed up and down against her open mouth. The woman’s juices were starting to drip into her mouth. There was a slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, taste. She could hear the woman keening softly. As things began to sparkle and dim, Janet felt the woman’s legs quiver in near orgasm. The two men both pushed tightly against her and the woman let her full weight push against Janet’s face as she screamed out “Yeeeeeees!” Janet was nearly suffocated, but somehow her body exploded in the most violent release she had ever felt. Women joke about the ground moving for them, but for Janet it did, indeed, feel like she was in an earthquake. Her entire world was crumbling and shaking as the darkness slowly overwhelmed her. When she awoke this time, she was alone, lying fetish on her back in the grass next to the bench. The streetlight, which had been extinguished for her gangbang, was once again brightly illuminating the area. She started to search for her clothing. At first she was upset that she couldn’t find it, but then she remembered that it was too cut up to wear anyway. Her shoes were also gone. Luckily the jogging path went directly behind her apartment. Her main worry would be getting across the brightly-lit parking lot to the back door. She grimaced as she thought of what the man who reviewed the security footage might think, but there was nothing she could do about that now. She started walking down the path toward her apartment. The insides of her thighs were wet and sticky. There was also cum in her hair. She wasn’t sure how that had occurred. Had some of the men stood jacking off above the King’s Crown? They must have, but she didn’t remember– or hadn’t noticed– that occurring at the time. Twice on the way home, she had to scamper off the trail and hide behind trees when cars drove past on the nearby street. Once she had to go deeper into the woods when a bicyclist rode past with a very bright headlight. Finally she was at her apartment. She decided the best approach was to just walk quickly across the parking lot to the rear door and punch in the entry code. Once inside, she took the stairs rather than the elevator to the fourth floor and then walked down to the end of the hallway to recover her Big Boobs key from under the small trash can. His ass was being ripped apart, but at least Jeremy had put some lube on. "Let me cum!" He had gone to college at Tarleton State in Stephenville and graduated with a degree Big Boobs in Ag Business. I trembled in her arms, ready for tonight. “I’m down.” I cheerfully answered. “She had her tongue deep in me. She feasted on me. Oh, she's a pussy-licking fiend.” I whimpered, my tits swaying. Petra nodded her head, her hair dancing around her shoulders. Leila straddled her sister’s hips, Fallon felt the damp wetness of her pussy lips parting as Leila settled on her tummy. I knew that Scarlett had arrived when Sandy suddenly jumped up, running to the French doors and wagging her tail wildly. "Weird thing happened. “Yeah… just a little bit more, baby… fuck yes,” she moaned. A ripple surged through me. My cunt clenched hard. My eyes rolled back to my hear and I was squirting against the cock. No one ever kissed her so well. Coach's cock was rigid and dripping with pre-cum, but he had not shot his load. They wanted more and so did I. The time passed effortlessly, amongst the subtle rustle fetish of trees, as we embraced the elemental bliss and regained our wills to speak. “Without, some bacon and about two slices of toast and butter,” I say to him. We need to tell Carson and Megan.” Katie had on one of her typical oversized fantasy t-shirts, this one showing a white wolf howling at a full moon.