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As Barry's pelvis touched your ass, he paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of his massive cock buried deep within you.

As his hips hunched close the curves of your bottom you realised he must be all the way inside you and found yourself relaxing. As Barry found himself fully in position he gripped your slim white shoulders and thrust more firmly, as if testing you. The last inch caused you to yelp in shock and pain, which elicited a soft chuckle from the middle aged man.

The other men leaned in, their eyes fixed on the point where Barry's body met yours, their faces twisted with a mixture of lust and cruelty. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and you could feel the weight of their gaze upon you, like a physical **** pressing down upon your skin.

Barry's chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath, and then he began to move, his hips flexing in a slow, powerful rhythm.

As Barry's hips flexed, his massive cock slid slowly out of your body, the head dragging against your cervix like a rough, unyielding stone. The sensation was akin to a slow, torturous withdrawal, your inner walls screaming in protest as the invader retreated. As Barry's massive cock slid slowly out of your body, you felt a pang of anxiety, a **** longing to be filled again. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to recapture the invader, but Barry's slow, deliberate movements seemed to be designed to tease you, to leave you gasping for more. Your muscles contracted, trying to hold onto the cock, but Barry was stronger.

His free hand dropped to the small of your back to hold you steady, forcing you to stop your anxious wriggling to be penetrated again.

When the slick lubricated head slipped back in you exhaled softly. A slight mew escaping your lips caused the cock head to flare.

Maybe it was being turned into a girl or maybe you had an undiscovered submissive streak, but you felt like you were in your place.

Barry leaned forward reaching for and grasping the firm white orbs jutting rather than hanging from your chest, then he pushed harder appreciating the way you accepted his dominating thrust deeper into you. The hands on your breasts squeezed and fondled distracting you from his painful cock.

Your eyes caught yourself in the reflective glass of the patio windows.

Your pretty face was flushed and your parted lips were wet and glistening. Your eyes were glazed with lust. Your long golden tanned thighs, and white upper body, all creamy and taut, except for those large full pink tipped breasts jutting out between a pair of large black hands. Your soft blonde hair trailed down your back and strands of it down your face. Connected to you, a black cock slowly pistoned in and out. You gasped as the movement only enhanced the shapely curve of your legs. You felt the pace begin to quicken, your body began to shake as each thrust seemed to pull you with it. You could feel the warmth of his body against your back as his **** continued.

Your pussy, still tender from the previous ****, began to secrete a fresh wave of lubricant, a **** attempt to accommodate the massive girth that was stretching it to its limits once again. The clear fluid dripped slowly from your entrance, coating the surrounding skin and creating a slick, wet surface that seemed to beckon Barry's thrusts.

As the pace quickened, you felt those massive hands move away. The grazing feeling of the calluses exploring your body, caused you to mew again, before you felt his hands squeeze and caress your soft bottom. His hot black rod now nudged between your creamy white thighs.

He ground his hips against the softness of you white butt, his cock jerking and throbbing inside your tightness. Barry savoured your trembling slender white body and thrust a little faster.

Hot little flames seemed to be firing up in your loins as the sensations travelled up your legs and met, circling in your loins, before crawling up your spine and ending up in your head as a foggy lust.

The slick well lubricated channel could provide little resistance to his hard thrusting spear that slid up and in. Your brain was melting as the wet channel gripped him tightly in protest at his rude thrusting entry, but Barry did not care insofar as he rearranged your guts for his pleasure.

You then started to hear yourself whimper, as Barry threw his weight behind his lunging thrusts and delighted in the suppressed wail that broke out from your quivering body.

His cock glides in and out of you, rearranging your guts with each stroke. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying, like a rollercoaster ride through your very core. Your insides seem to melt and reform around him, as if his presence is rewriting the very map of your body. You close your eyes as every cell, every fiber, every molecule is attuned to his rhythm, vibrating in harmony with the pulsing thrust of his cock.

Your muscles clench and release, clench and release, drawing him deeper into your depths with each contraction. As the friction builds, your body begins to respond in ways you can't control. You feel a subtle shift in your body's rhythm, a gentle yet insistent tug that seems to be pulling him closer, urging him to release his seed. It's as if your body has developed a mind of its own, working in tandem with Barry's thrusts to create a symphony of pleasure and tension. In your lust state, at least you blame, your inner muscles were grasping greedily at the male intrusion, milking it for all the exciting sensations that flooded your womb. Your body was hungry for the spurt of male juice! Wanted it spray the wallsclaryour womb with its heat! Your female body wanted to be impregnated.

No, you can't let that happen, you think to yourself in a moment of clarity. Your eyes flash open wide as the panic strikes you momentarily as you try to escape.

Its then that you feel Barry lower his arms to either side of your slim waist and shift position. His left hand lifts your leg high into the air, displaying for all the men present, the sight of this black spear invading you.

You couldn't help but look down as the sight of shapely white thighs spread wide to accept his black cock was almost as stimulating as the feel of your tight sheath sliding down and grasping greedily at his cock. A cheer erupted from the men watching as your inner muscles worked to squeeze and caress this hot, hard rod.

Your thoughts, your resistance seemed to melt away just as quickly as you had it. You tried to grip it, but instead your body seemed to be screaming for release, your muscles contracting in a violent spasm as the invasion retreated. You felt a wave of desperation wash over you, a primal urge to be fucked, to be filled to capacity, to be bred.