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Chapter 227 by Twistinger

Where does Ian blow his load?

All over them.

"I need all of you to kneel," I choked hoarsely, all too painfully aware of what was going to happen. "Please."

Knowing what my strangled voice meant, the ladies scrambled to get into position. As I extracted my throbbing cannon out of Elizabeth, Corrine gingerly pulled her off of Stephanie, supporting the brunette as she rode out the last shudders of her orgasm. Amy clasped her hands around Talia's wrist, tugging her to join the front lines while Stephanie pushed herself up on her elbows. Soon I was looking at five eagerly open mouths and lapping tongues through the camera, as the ladies squeezed shoulders and boobs together for a spot in the shaking viewfinder.

"Do it! Do it!" Talia began to chant with her tongue stuck at as far as she could manage - which ended up sounding a lot more like "Oo ih! Oo ih!" as she was quickly joined by the others.

I felt my eyes widen as my free hand went to my swollen cock, ready to go nuclear on its waiting targets. Fingers wrapped around the juice-soaked length, my palm switched into autopilot as it glided up and down the slicked skin. Electricity and fire danced on my pole, soon blossoming and spreading through my body and consciousness.

"Oh fuck," I squeaked.

A spray of semen exploded out of my tip, painting Talia right across her cheek and open mouth as it violently zigzagged to my wife, terminating midway up Amy's forehead. Quickly Stephanie brought Elizabeth close such that their tongues touched, catching my cum as it pooled down their lips and noses. Less satisfied with being the last in line, Corrine raised a hand to cup my balls, giving my sensitive sack a squeeze while she rested my glans on her tongue. This attempt at getting a bigger deposit did not go unnoticed as the best friends next to her started groping at her Scandinavian assets to distract her, and soon everything devolved into a frenzy of kissing, smacking and fondling as the ladies did their best to share their bounty among themselves.

All I could do in return was to stagger back on my shaking legs, before closing the camera and collapsing back onto the sofa. "I love you all," I murmured, feeling my consciousness fade with a final yawn.

What comes next?

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