If last night had been the best thenthat morning was something else again. His curlered head hammered thepillow. His male grunt was now more of a gi...lish squeal. The orgasmwas different. It felt almost as if he had hot sperm inside of him,rather than the other way round.It felt good. ***Lauren wore a floral dress and pink sneakers over white socks. Shecould have worn jeans but Leila felt that she was able to carry thingsoff and so needed to assert her femininity at the outset. That and. So what do I do? I go on a cock rampage. For the next ten days I had a different guy using me, every night. And on three of those days I had two guys using me simultaneously. I didn't care who they were or what they did. I would meet them online and ask them over. I took load after load of cum, down my throat and up my ass. After ten days of intense pounding I was exhausted. I thought that this might be getting out of hand and decided on a self imposed break. So for the next two weeks I was off. Paul sought out the source to bring some back for his family. As he turned the corner, he was shocked to see a large pile of burnt out logs and charred human remains. He had found the funeral pyre used to burn bodies that most likely died of an epidemic. The realization of what it was caused Paul to regurgitate what little was left on his stomach, and stagger away down another of the streets.Suddenly the silence was pierced with a scream of a young girl and a shot from a small caliber rifle,. Frank was really riding my ass hard, I had never had such a thick cock in my ass before, but I was really loving the feeling. Frank came first, shooting deep inside my ass, Joe wasn’t too far behind while fucking my face like it was a pussy, his cream flowing down my throat. The boys finally pulled away and I started riding Peter like a filly in heat, my ass cheeks slamming down on his thighs. He didn’t last much longer, filling my pussy up with his love juice. I collapsed on top of him, I was.