Tara and the Presidents - Chapter 11
Added 2019-08-07 15:41:07 +0000 UTC
11.
“Day #… who the fuck knows… Unnngh… Session… mmmm… Fuck Session twenty something…”
Tara tried her best to hold the camcorder steady, pointing at the reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t seen herself fuck in awhile, and she was a little surprised that she looked hotter than she remembered.
Maybe it was because there were three other hot sluts surrounding her. Madison was underneath for a change, getting ridden as Tara ground her pussy against Madison’s big dick. Reagan was behind her, pumping Tara’s ass enthusiastically. And Taylor was straddling Madison’s face, her cock buried in Madison’s throat, bending over so she could suck Tara’s dick.
Unsurprisingly, Taylor’s attitude had come around quickly enough -- the ravenous desire to fuck and get fucked overrode any inclination to act pissy or bitchy.
Tara tried her best to focus on the recording, but it was impossible to be in the middle of this writhing orgy, cocks pushing and in and out of her tight, wet little holes, while Taylor’s mouth was wrapped around her shaft, sucking her off like a slut.
Tara felt her mind going blank, panting excitedly, perversely moaning, grinding back and forth, pumping her hips, losing herself with each thrust in her ass, in her pussy, each sucking lick of her big, hard cock.
“Uh… uh… uh… uhhh…
“Fuck me…
“Fuck me…
“Oh gawd, you fucking whores…
“Give me all of your cum…
“I need to cum so bad…”
The camera fell to the ground and broke.
Tara groaned loudly, thrashing, quaking, twitching, squirting as she came for the umpteenth time that day, and it was better than any orgasm she’d ever had.
But not as good as the next one to come.
