Co-Ed Power Play part 3
ilding deep within him. "Oh God," he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't...I can't hold it."
Michal chuckled darkly against his mouth, her own excitement clear. "Go ahead," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "Let it out."
Abigail's tongue grew more insistent, the pressure on his urethra becoming unbearable. He could feel himself about to cum again, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. His eyes squeezed shut, and with a guttural moan, he erupted. His hips jerked, his body spasming as he shot his load into her mouth, which she had covered his cock-head with when she realized he was about to cum.
Michal watched the show with a smug grin, her eyes never leaving his face. She released his arms and stepped back, letting him collapse onto the bed. Abigail lay back, her own breasts bouncing slightly from the exertion. She licked her lips, a trail of cum connecting her mouth to her chin. "Now," she said, her voice still thick with lust, "it's time for you to keep your promise."
Gabriel looked at her, his vision swimming. He nodded, his body still trembling from the intense climax. He crawled over to the bed, his knees sinking into the plush comforter. He positioned himself between Abigail's spread legs, his cock still pulsing with need. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He could smell her arousal, a sweet and musky scent that filled his nostrils and made his mouth water.
As he lowered his mouth to her pussy, he felt a sudden cold sensation on his own anus. He looked up to see Michal standing over him, her hand coated in lotion and a mischievous glint in her eye. She didn't give him a chance to protest, sliding two lubricated fingers inside him without preamble. He squealed in shock, the sound muffled by Abigail's flesh.
Michal began to work her fingers in and out of him, her movements slow and deliberate. The feeling was strange, but it soon grew to be pleasurable as she found his prostate, the pressure inside him building. He couldn't help but push back against her hand, the sensations adding to the intensity of his oral assault on Abigail.
Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his scalp as he licked and sucked at her clit. The feeling of her hand in his ass was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he found himself getting hard again despite the pain. He knew he had to endure it, had to show them that he could handle anything they threw at him.
Abigail's legs began to tremble, and her moans grew more desperate. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening around his face. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving in a frenzied dance against her clit.
Michal's fingers grew more insistent, the pressure in his ass growing unbearable. He could feel his own orgasm building, his prostate pulsing with every stroke. The sound of their combined moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and pleasure.
And then it happened. Abigail's body arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she climaxed. Her juices flooded his mouth, and he swallowed them greedily, the taste of her mixing with the lingering saltiness of his own cum.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, she gave a final twitch before collapsing back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Without a moment’s pause, she rolled over, and Michal took her place, removing her fingers from his anus and spreading her legs wide for him. The scent of arousal was thick in the air, and the sight of her glistening pussy had him eager to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, diving in with renewed vigor.
Seconds later, something cold and hard pressed against his butthole. It took him a moment to realize it was the handle of a hairbrush. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock as Abigail stared down at him with a wicked grin, the hairbrush she carried coated in lubricant. The wooden brush handle and backside were painted with Hello Kitty faces, a bizarre contrast to the depraved scene unfolding.
With a swift motion, she shoved it inside him, the intrusion making him yelp. The bristles brushed against his buttcheeks and anal opening, while the handle scraped against the walls of his anus, sending a jolt of pain up his spine. He felt his cheeks clench around the unyielding wood, his eyes watering. He had never been penetrated before, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Michal's moans grew louder as he worked his mouth over her clit, the vibrations of his voice echoing through her body. She bucked her hips, grinding against his face, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel the tension building within Michal, her reproductive tunnel tightening around his tongue. Abigail continued butt-fucking with the brush, his squeal only adding to carnal pleasure that Michal felt. Soon enough, Michal cried out ecstatically as her ovum flowed into Gabriel’s mouth, and once again he eagerly swallowed all of her nectar. Then she collapsed on the bed, and Abigail pulled him up by the arms.
“Let’s have sex in the shower,” she whispered in his ear, making his eyes widen.
“The water will wash off the smell and juices,” Abigail explained before dragging him to the shower. The bathroom had a separate tub and shower. She gently laid him on the floor
Michal chuckled darkly against his mouth, her own excitement clear. "Go ahead," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "Let it out."
Abigail's tongue grew more insistent, the pressure on his urethra becoming unbearable. He could feel himself about to cum again, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. His eyes squeezed shut, and with a guttural moan, he erupted. His hips jerked, his body spasming as he shot his load into her mouth, which she had covered his cock-head with when she realized he was about to cum.
Michal watched the show with a smug grin, her eyes never leaving his face. She released his arms and stepped back, letting him collapse onto the bed. Abigail lay back, her own breasts bouncing slightly from the exertion. She licked her lips, a trail of cum connecting her mouth to her chin. "Now," she said, her voice still thick with lust, "it's time for you to keep your promise."
Gabriel looked at her, his vision swimming. He nodded, his body still trembling from the intense climax. He crawled over to the bed, his knees sinking into the plush comforter. He positioned himself between Abigail's spread legs, his cock still pulsing with need. He leaned in, his nose brushing against her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He could smell her arousal, a sweet and musky scent that filled his nostrils and made his mouth water.
As he lowered his mouth to her pussy, he felt a sudden cold sensation on his own anus. He looked up to see Michal standing over him, her hand coated in lotion and a mischievous glint in her eye. She didn't give him a chance to protest, sliding two lubricated fingers inside him without preamble. He squealed in shock, the sound muffled by Abigail's flesh.
Michal began to work her fingers in and out of him, her movements slow and deliberate. The feeling was strange, but it soon grew to be pleasurable as she found his prostate, the pressure inside him building. He couldn't help but push back against her hand, the sensations adding to the intensity of his oral assault on Abigail.
Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his scalp as he licked and sucked at her clit. The feeling of her hand in his ass was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he found himself getting hard again despite the pain. He knew he had to endure it, had to show them that he could handle anything they threw at him.
Abigail's legs began to tremble, and her moans grew more desperate. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening around his face. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving in a frenzied dance against her clit.
Michal's fingers grew more insistent, the pressure in his ass growing unbearable. He could feel his own orgasm building, his prostate pulsing with every stroke. The sound of their combined moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and pleasure.
And then it happened. Abigail's body arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she climaxed. Her juices flooded his mouth, and he swallowed them greedily, the taste of her mixing with the lingering saltiness of his own cum.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, she gave a final twitch before collapsing back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Without a moment’s pause, she rolled over, and Michal took her place, removing her fingers from his anus and spreading her legs wide for him. The scent of arousal was thick in the air, and the sight of her glistening pussy had him eager to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, diving in with renewed vigor.
Seconds later, something cold and hard pressed against his butthole. It took him a moment to realize it was the handle of a hairbrush. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening in shock as Abigail stared down at him with a wicked grin, the hairbrush she carried coated in lubricant. The wooden brush handle and backside were painted with Hello Kitty faces, a bizarre contrast to the depraved scene unfolding.
With a swift motion, she shoved it inside him, the intrusion making him yelp. The bristles brushed against his buttcheeks and anal opening, while the handle scraped against the walls of his anus, sending a jolt of pain up his spine. He felt his cheeks clench around the unyielding wood, his eyes watering. He had never been penetrated before, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Michal's moans grew louder as he worked his mouth over her clit, the vibrations of his voice echoing through her body. She bucked her hips, grinding against his face, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel the tension building within Michal, her reproductive tunnel tightening around his tongue. Abigail continued butt-fucking with the brush, his squeal only adding to carnal pleasure that Michal felt. Soon enough, Michal cried out ecstatically as her ovum flowed into Gabriel’s mouth, and once again he eagerly swallowed all of her nectar. Then she collapsed on the bed, and Abigail pulled him up by the arms.
“Let’s have sex in the shower,” she whispered in his ear, making his eyes widen.
“The water will wash off the smell and juices,” Abigail explained before dragging him to the shower. The bathroom had a separate tub and shower. She gently laid him on the floor
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