They must have fixed the cuffs to something, because there was no way she could move her legs. She just lay there, legs spread, pussy exposed.“Where...��s the funnel?” someone said.Funnel, what did they want with a funnel?The answer came soon enough. She felt the plastic spout as it was pushed into her cunt. There was some talk in that foreign language, then a man said, “Now, whore, we are going to fill your pussy with our sperm. You will be our little cum bucket. You like that, yes?”“Yes,”. ”Claire was pimping me out again. I really needed to have words with her. I kept shtum again.“I know that to you I must seem old and unattractive, but I wonder if you could find it in you to give me the experience I desire.”At a guess, Joyce was about fifteen years older than me. She was overweight after child-bearing but she had the innate sexiness that comes from self-confidence.“I don’t think it would be fair to deny you the pleasure, ma’am,” I replied.“Thank you.”She sighed and relaxed, and. Suddenly, I couldn't concentrate on her words as I realized that her handwas right next to one of my garter straps. Please! Oh, please don'tmove your hand Mandy."I tell you what Danni," she continued. Mandy began to softly stroke mythigh, her fingers sliding over the metal garter snap beneath mytrousers. As she did, I noticed a slight hesitation and a momentaryglance down, but other than that, she gave no reaction. She had to havefelt the clip though. Didn't she? Maybe not. She. Her womb was so overstuffed with cum that she already looked nine months pregnant. Ironically I could feel my constant stream of cum beginning to end. My hands made their way to Larissa’s now giant ass and squeezed. I thrusted one last time, shooting a final spurt or explosion of cum inside Larissa’s swollen womb. At last my orgasm was over. Larissa was on her back with a beautiful bloated belly protruding as if she had swallowed a beach ball. She rubbed her round tummy as she.