“That’s it,” the happy fellow purred as my mouth worked his insistent organ. There was a second c**k to my right, asking for the same attention, so for a time I moved back and forth between the two, devouring one, then moving on to the next and then back again. Occasionally, the hand that probed my ass would give my rear an agonizing jolt as it forced itself deeper into that baffling orifice. I swear he was trying for his whole fist… though I knew that was impossible. And yet, it seemed the more I gave in pleasure, the more my body opened and received. Such a hellish, boorish offensive s*x this was, and yet, the accompanying thrill was profound. Had I become so base, so without morals, so feral and foul that there were no restraints to hold me back? Was I so easy, that nothing bothered me?
