After about the twenty-fifth load had hit ...
HE looked on in awe at the woman who was his much-loved wife, partner and the mother of his children. She was almost unrecognizable - a slimy, dripping, gloop-covered thing, spluttering and gasping for breath, gazing blankly through unseeing eyes as each new cock appeared and did its work. Had he given the men permission to do ... all the things they were doing to her? He couldn't remember, but it didn't look like they were about to ask for anyone's permission as one cock after another after another rammed into her holes before erupting over her face.
SHE was by now barely capable of thought. She had no control over the situation; she didn't even know what control was. Through her cum-glazed eyes there were shapes moving in and out of her field of vision but who or what they were she neither knew or cared. Things were put in her mouth ... in her hands ... in other places ... she was picked up and moved around like a doll. Frequently her head would be turned to left or right ... dimly she knew there were cheers around her, whooping and laughing ... sometimes there was a pushing into her mouth and right down her throat even ... in and out, in and out, in and out ... at these times the noise reached a crescendo. And always more impacts as more of the splattering stuff hit her defenceless face. In a state of submissive, brainless bliss, she hoped it would never end.
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