Nathalie’s climax hit like a storm—her pussy clamping down hard, milking as she scread. "Oh fuck... yes... cumming... ahh, baby, feel squeeze you... mmm, so good... don’t stop... fuck through it... yes, yes, yesss!" Waves of pleasure wracked her body, fresh squirts of arousal coating my shaft and dripping down to soak the doll below. She kept riding, drawing out her orgasm, naughty moans turning into breathless giggles of satisfaction mixed with lingering need.
The three won around us unraveled further—Olivia and Nancy licking and sucking at the edges of our union, Anya fingering herself to a shuddering peak while begging for more. The office had beco a den of pure, unbridled filth, professionalism long forgotten in the haze of horniness.
Nathalie’s fingers dug into my shoulders like claws, her nails biting through my shirt as she locked eyes with —wild, possessive, utterly unhinged. No more teasing illusions, no more doll bullshit; this was raw, primal ownership.
She ground her hips down once, twice, testing the stretch of her hot, velvet walls around my throbbing cock, then lifted almost all the way off—leaving just the swollen head notched inside her dripping entrance—before slamming back down with a force that made the examination table creak beneath us.
"Oh fuck... yes... deeper, baby... ahh, stretch my married pussy wide... mmm, I can feel every vein... every ridge scraping inside... god, you’re so thick... ruining again..." Her naughty moans spilled out in a torrent, high and filthy, echoing off the sterile walls like a porn soundtrack cranked to max.
She bounced harder, faster, her ass cheeks jiggling with each impact as she rode like a woman possessed, her red Louboutins scraping the table edges for leverage.
I grabbed her hips—fingers bruising into soft flesh—and thrust up to et her, turning her wild ride into a brutal, synchronized pounding. Every upward slam buried balls-deep, my heavy sack swinging forward to slap wetly against her engorged clit. The first slap hit like a spark—smack!—making her jolt and cry out.
"Ahh! Yes... slap my clit with your balls... mmm, it stings so good... harder... make it throb..." She leaned back slightly, arching her spine to expose more of herself, her pussy lips gripping my shaft in rhythmic pulses as I hamred deeper.
The room was a cacophony of obscenity now: the wet schlick-schlick of her cunt devouring my cock, the sharp slap-slap-slap of my balls smacking her clit like a relentless drumbeat, her naughty moans escalating into screams.
"Oh god... fuck harder... ahh, your balls are spanking my clit... mmm, it’s swelling up... so sensitive... don’t stop... pound like a whore... your whore..." Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down between her heaving breasts, her torn blouse clinging transparently to her skin. Each thrust made her inner walls flutter and clench, milking greedily, drawing closer to the edge while her own arousal built like a storm.
Olivia knelt closer, her face inches from the action, tongue lolling out as she licked at the droplets splashing from our union. "Shit... listen to those balls slapping her... god, her clit’s turning bright red... I want to suck it while he fucks you... make you squirt all over my face..." She reached up, fingers teasing Nathalie’s thigh, saring the ss higher.
Nancy mirrored her on the other side, her own pussy leaking through her scrubs as she fingered herself furiously. "Yeah... slap that clit raw... fuck her till she breaks... mmm, I can see her pussy creaming around you... bet those balls are full... ready to flood her..."
Anya stood transfixed, her fingers buried knuckle-deep in her own cunt, pumping in ti with our rhythm. "Oh fuck... that slapping sound... it’s driving insane... pound her womb... fill her up... god, I want to feel balls slapping my ass next..."
I pistoned harder, relentlessly, my hips a blur as I drove into Nathalie with everything I had. The slap-slap-slap intensified—my balls colliding with her clit on every deep thrust, the impact sending jolts through her body that made her tremble and gasp.
"Ahh... yes... slap it... bruise my clit with your heavy balls... mmm, it’s too much... I’m gonna... oh fuck, baby, you’re hitting so deep... right against my cervix..." Her moans turned guttural, body shaking as the pressure built inside her, her pussy walls convulsing wildly around .
She rode through it, grinding her clit down against my pubic bone between slaps, chasing the friction. I could feel her tightening, her arousal flooding out in hot gushes that soaked my balls and thighs.
"Mmm... fuck... I’m close... ahh, keep slapping ... your balls are gonna make explode... yes... yes... yesss!" Her naughty cries peaked, and suddenly her body seized—back arching violently, thighs clamping around my waist—as she squirted hard.
A hot jet of clear fluid erupted from her, splashing across my stomach, drenching the doll beneath us, and spraying Olivia’s cheek in a glistening arc. "Oh god... cumming... squirting all over you... ahh, feel soak your cock... mmm, it’s pulsing... don’t stop fucking ..."
Wave after wave hit her—squirt after squirt, her pussy contracting in powerful spasms that squeezed my shaft like a vice, milking toward my own release. \
The slap-slap turned even wetter, my balls now slick with her essence, smacking her oversensitive clit and prolonging her orgasm into a shuddering, endless high. "Ahh... more... slap through it... mmm, I’m your squirting slut... keep pounding... fill ... please..."
I couldn’t hold back anymore—the sight of her squirting, the feel of her clenching heat, the relentless slaps echoing in my ears. I
thrust deeper, harder, burying myself to the hilt one last ti as my balls tightened and unloaded. Rope after thick, hot rope erupted from , flooding her womb in powerful jets that made her gasp and moan anew. "Fuck... yes... cum inside ... ahh, fill my womb... mmm, I can feel it shooting deep... breeding ... oh god, so much cum... it’s overflowing already..."
I ca hard, hips jerking erratically as I pumped her full—cum spilling out around my shaft, mixing with her squirt to create a creamy, dripping ss that leaked down onto the doll. Nathalie ground down, circling her hips to milk every last drop, her naughty moans softening into satisfied purrs. "Mmm... yes... keep filling ... ahh, my womb’s so full... your cum’s leaking out... god, I love it... love being your cumdump..."
Olivia leaned in imdiately, licking at the overflow with hungry swipes. "Mmm... taste that... his cum mixed with her squirt... so fucking hot..."
Nancy joined her, sucking a dribble from my balls. "Shit... he’s still twitching... pumped her full like a balloon..."
Anya shuddered through her own climax, fingers drenched. "Oh fuck... watching him breed her... I want that next... god, the ss..."
Nathalie collapsed against , still impaled, her pussy twitching with aftershocks as cum continued to seep out. The room reeked of sex—squirt-soaked, cum-filled chaos—while three won panted for more.
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