Chapter 55. Thanksgiving? More Like Thanks For The Hot Pounding: pt. 2

He thrust in slow, inch by inch, his big dick filling me up, stretching my walls. It felt so good, so real, the way he bottomed out, his balls slapping my ass. He started pumping, missionary style on the counter, my legs over his shoulders. Each thrust hit deep, making my tits bounce. “Harder,” I begged, and he obliged, pounding me, the counter shaking.

Gogo climbed up, sitting on my face. “Eat me, slut.” Her voluptuous ass lowered, her bald pussy dripping onto my lips. I licked eagerly, tasting her sweetness, my tongue probing her folds while Van fucked me. Paris watched, masturbating with the dildo, then joined by stacking her ass on Gogo’s, ass stacking heaven. Van pulled out of me with a wet pop, my pussy gaping and clenching at the sudden emptiness, and slammed into Paris doggystyle while she bent over. “Oh shit, yes!” Paris moaned.

We rotated. Van fucking Gogo next, standing doggystyle, her big ass jiggling with each slap. I fingered myself watching, then Paris and