Tharros cave orgy 12

Pontus split Cassandra in two with his gigantic, pulsing, girthsome spunk pump.

Faslane eased his dick into the stacked blonde head priestess.

Damon and Dareios, with perfect syncopation, penetrated Lorel from both ends and felt their bell-ends shake hands in the middle.

Everyone, slut and stud alike, let loose a cry that came from the bottom of their soul. None climaxed, but all wondered how they hadn’t, and every single one of them was suddenly a slave to their own endurance. Cassandra tore strips of out the cushiony material of the couch as her hands roved for purchase on anything. It came away in her clawing fingers as her pussy quaked at the monstrous intrusion of hot flesh. Faslane’s clutching hands curved and screwed up deep inside Faye and Tamara’s pussies and triggered their g-spots as they writhed either side of Galiana. Galiana herself squeezed her eyes shut and prayed to Girvyn, and the warrior cousins lingered on their first thrust inside Lorel for almost a minute. They held her there between them, Damon’s fingers embedded into the firm, luscious flesh of the globes of her bubble ass Dareios with his hands on her head. Their arms bulged impossibly as they held her tight for a moment it seemed like her body would buckle between them but for the dual impalement she was enduring.

Then, gradually, when past the initial moment, sluts and studs started to hump to a more familiar rhythm.

Like rusty cogs, the set of blessed sexual adventurers metabolised the new sensations and slowly started their familiar motions.

Spillsby caught Jizzelle’s gigantic, smooth, slick bowling ball tits in his hands and kneaded them as she held onto his neck. They looked in each other’s eyes.

‘Thought I had you then, stud.’

‘Fuck you,’

‘Come on baby, give me that load,’

‘Fuck you…’

Spillsby groaned as he ploughed into the teen nympho, trying to get a grip on her massive solid melons as every sinew in his body screamed for release into her silken pussy. All he could do was grit his teeth against the overpowering sensual overload that seized his now-monstrously inflated cock that stuffed Jizelle’s quim so that the lips of her labia were stretched thin around it.

Next to them, Faslane had Cassandra’s hair curled into a solid grip with his right hand and he was spitting a line of saliva into the templar’s opened mouth after every one of his mounting thrusts. Already, the intensity of their coupling session meant that both of them were soaked in sweat, with Cassandra’s solid, mountainous melons displaying a beautiful glossy sheen as tiny droplets covered every inch of her flesh. Faslane’s mighty arm curled, bicep popping and veins jutting out as he brought the warrioresses’ snarling face up closer to his, their lips inches apart as he continued to saw his titanic rod of meat into her molten pussy, every stroke sending electric signals through his teeth as he desperately tried to last for one more stroke, every one seeming like it would be the last before he busted. His monster penis was now inflated beyond even the capacity to throb, and was so turgid with blood it could have bent an iron bar. Cassandra bared her teeth and raked her fingers down his bulging, hard, eight pack abs, sensing for a weakness. The tattooed slut with the monster gazongas twerked her tits independently and squeezed her tight pussy even harder around the cast-iron rod inside her, but it just made Faslane slam his hips against her, groin against groin as her threw the fuckrod deeper into her core, making her shudder as the rigid cum pump shifted her guts around.

Cassandra reached inside her mind for something to say that would cause Faslane to bust. She could feel his balls churning as they squelched against her ass and understood the ominous throb of his dismorphically enlarged testes. The templar knew that all she had to do was find the right combination of words to light the fuse in his mind and make him explode –

‘Big fucking dick…’

For a second she thought that she hadn’t said it, but she had. It sounded so unlike her.

‘Big fucking dick…’

It wasn’t a battle cry. It was a whimper, almost servile, trembling-lipped and coquettish.

Faslane looked down at the dominant tattooed valkyrie, suddenly almost sobbing and begging.

‘Big fucking dick…’ She was nodding and biting her lip as she said it.

Faslane’s dick had fried her brain and turned her into a submissive bimbo cock socket as it pumped smoothly in and out of her, making soup of her insides, each stroke shredding her resistance. She could no longer speak, her eyes rolling up inside her head. As she clenched every muscle in her body against the battering of the monster club that plumbed her pussy and smashed into her guts, the squeezing of pecs caused milk to shoot out of both of her tits uncontrollably, splashing over Faslane and pouring down the crevices of his abs.

‘I’m a fucking slut for this dick baby, OGAWD don’t stop fucking me yesyesyesyesyes…’

But still she held on, holding out on the edge as Faslane too poured everything he had into her, starting a jackhammer pace as he pinned her muscular legs next to her ears and folded her body back under his onslaught.

Pontus was outnumbered three to one, but was fighting hard.

The monster cocked stud had elected to piledrive Galiana, and had repositioned her upside down with only her shoulders in contact with the cushioned floor, her back propped against the couch and her gigantic tits sticking out above her face, her bronzed, gleaming, shapely legs widely splayed, sticking up in the air above her. Pontus had the slut’s splayed legs held by their ankles in the air, as he stood astride her, one foot on the floor and one on the couch, his gigantic meat spear pointing downwards and planting stroke after stoke into her brutally split cunt, which was belching a squelching spurt of gelatinous girlcum out of it with each lengthy stroke. Pontus’s splayed stance gave Tamara and Faye the opportunity to latch onto his careering testes and juggle them between their mouths as he pumped into Galiana. Sweat was pouring off Pontus with the exertion, and Galiana’s body was glossy with lube and sweat as well as she braced her arms against the floor to support herself.

Galiana’s eyes were wide, and she was literally pleading with the stud: ‘Fuck me through the floor baby. Put me through the fucking floor. Smash me through the fucking floor-‘

The centrepiece of the couch was the trio. Lorel, the perfect, stacked, monster-busted teen arch-whore, and the muscular monoliths of male power.

They had, finally, managed to get past the first stroke and pull their heavy organs from Lorel’s dripping pussy and her bottomless mouth.

‘Feel good, studs?’

Lorel squatted low on all fours on the plush platform, her sculpted, shapely, muscularly velvet thighs splayed at either side of her and her giant, gleaming ass sticking out behind her. Her huge jugs were pressing into the material beneath her and her arms were stretching out in front of her as she looked hungry up at Darioes, who was standing two feet away, which meant his fist-sized cocktip was nearly at her lips.

Her eyes bulged in surprise and her face broke into a broad grin of utter delight as Dareios jacked his pc muscles to make the meaty tent pole pop up and down in front of her. Instinctively, Lorel grasped the trunk of the monstrous shaft by her fingers at his lowest point and, making smouldering eye contact with him, slowly started to first smooch her lips against it and then, gripping it tightly in her fist, rock it up and down so that the bulging, glossy tip tapped against her tongue.

Darioes groaned. He was beyond erect.

Lorel then started a series of circular licks on the veiny surface of the heavy prong, sliding her lips up and down the side the engorged shaft and then stroked her hand up and down the length of the member. She grasped his precum leaking knob like a handle and ran her dripping wet hand along its full length. The action caused a slurping noise as she milked his cock for all she was worth, while folding the bulging cock end between her luscious lips.

Darioes bunched his hands.

Grinning, Lorel released the vast organ from both her fist and her mouth, letting it spring free and smiling as she admired it bouncing in front of her face. But she had little time to do anything else before Dareios could take no more and speared it forwards, the broad length sliding past her opened jaw so that the plump head impacted against the back of her throat. Rocking his hips back and forth, Lorel looked up at Dareios, who replaced a hand at the back of her head, then the other, and started to hold his vast penis where it was flush against her gullet.

‘SKULL FUCKING TIME!’ Dareios roared.

Her head securely held by his hands, he was able to pull the meaty, slobber covered tool out of her splayed lips and slowly slide it back in in single smooth strokes, fully hilting it and then fully withdrawing it where it trailed drooling ropes of saliva. Sheathing the two-foot monster in the slut’s throat and seeing it bulge her neck was utterly obscene.

After this, Dareios began to head fuck Lorel, driving his hips back and forwards and hammering the length into her moist maw, but the whorish vixen only responded by driving her own face further forwards against the immense tool rocking it back and forth as more frothy white spit cascaded from her lower lip and chin. As the burly warrior took his hands from the top of her head, Lorel's face inched back, reversing up the mammoth penile shaft, her roving tongue slurping on the underside as she went, and she reached her hand back to clasp around the base of the girthy column before pulling her face from the tip, a line of drool stretching between the rounded dome and the inside of her slobber-filled mouth. Lorel held it up and admired it before smiling and then sitting up further, propping herself up on her arms and further widening her splayed knees so that her gorgeous booty was sticking up higher behind her. In this new position, she was able to pop and twerk her spherical dual globes of assmeat as she once again engulfed the penile monstrosity down her throat, and with its securely hilted, rolled her head up and down the lengthy shaft.

Merrily fucking her face on a dick the size of her arm, Lorel’s eyes suddenly bulged out of their sockets as Damon impaled her from behind with an annihilating stroke, driving his two foot pussy destroyer all the way up her sopping cooch until his going slapped flush against her juicy, globular buns. Lorel was driven forwards and impaled on Dareios’s lamppost thick cum-truncheon, and with a weird glorping burping and a slick squeaking sound, her nose was soon pressed against Dareios’s granite abs.

Lorel hung, concertinaed between the horsecocked studs, having no further say in the matter.

The whole group was a landscape of slick, gleaming, shifting and shunting connected bodies and orgiastic writhings. After this first stage, the blessing absorbed, the pure sexual energies being emitted and collected by each of the studs and sluts were working only too well.

But they were yet to experience the first of the orgasms.

Inevitably, it was the foursome that were first to relent. The three of Galiana, Faye and Tamara were always going to be too much for one man, even if that one man was slinging a penis the size and thickness of a burly man's arm into the trio of cock-crazed fuck-drunk bimbo fuckwhores as if every cunt-pulverising stroke that hammered hard into their squishy velvet cunts was to be his last.

It increasingly looked like that wasn’t going to be too far off the mark. Pontus was absolutely slathered in sweat, and the big-dicked stud had allowed a dripping, squirting Galiana to slide off his gargantuan, vein-corded fuckrod, slipping off of it with a greasy, sucking squelch as her pummelled cunt detached from the bright purple, slick, fist-sized cockhead, the caramel-skinned whore's body barely under her control as she shuddered and convulsed, eyeballs rolled so high up into her skull that they looked whited out in her sockets. The stacked babe's lubed booty squeaked as she shifted on the cushioned floor, sculpted legs crumpling under her, thick strips of slick girl cum and gluey pre-ejaculate connecting her splayed-apart pussy lips to the tip of muscular stud's monster fuck organ. She groaned.

‘Fucking slut,’

‘Charmer…’

Before Pontus even had time to turn around and contemplate deploying his colossal, gleaming, hard fuckrod into another inviting feminine orifice, he was double-teamed Faye and Tamara, who gave him a dual shove to tip him back onto his ass on the cushioned couch so that his legs were sticking out in front of him and his inhumanly massive cock was pointed to the ceiling. Pontus groaned and gripped the cushioned fabric in his cable-strong fingers, the material crunching as he crumpled it, and elevated his torso on his elbows to get a better view of the way that the gorgeous, voracious, fuckdolls planned to engulf him.

On the left side of his straining dick, Tamara’s face appeared. On the right, Faye’s. His massive penile monolith stuck directly upwards as they rested their chins on his groin, Tamara with a hungry leer, her eyes boring into his, Faye cockily drooling over her lips. The huge column of heavy rigid fuck meat was over twice the length of their heads and was towering up between them. Every tissue of it was stretched to capacity, the swollen member harder than it had ever been before.

Pontus tensed his pc muscle and fired off a gout of precum that fired ten feet upwards like a fountain.

‘Gotta make you cum, stud. Call it a hunch but I think you’re ready to blow.’

Tamara grinned and extended her finger. The rigid sprouting of Pontus’s behemoth dick was so impossibly turgid that when she traced her digit down the dorsal vein that ran from just underneath the brim of his bulging crown and slid it all the way down the slick, gleaming flesh to where it branched at the root of his dick, she could barely depress it even a little way into the impossibly hard meat column.

‘You’ll fucking try whore. I’ll make you squirt your brains out first. Like Galiana.’

Faye shot Tamara a filthy, conspiratorial glance as she too extended a finger or two to toy with Pontus. The huge man’s whole body was already tightly clenched, and his massive muscular frame shuddered powerfully as she tapped her delicate, gorgeous fingernails against the shiny tip of his engorged, purple crown, before pressing her thumb to his frenulum and expertly edging the giant prick just where the flared head connected to the meaty shaft.

‘Trust us stud, you’ll feel sooooooo much better after we’ve drained this fucking pole.’

Pontus grimaced at the huge-titted whore’s expert touch, her fingernails against the shiny hood of his turgid cock. Now the veins were standing out on his cock even in an even more pronounced way, zigzags bulging across the flesh, and the whole thing looked ready to burst.

‘Fucking sluts –‘