Watch as James and the other guy position Cumslut on the pool lounger and begin

Jake Trask's house backyard, at 3:58 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

James grabs Cumslut by her slender waist while the shorter guy with glasses takes her hand, both guiding her trembling petite frame toward the pool lounger. Her bare C-cup breasts bounce with each unsteady step, nipples stiff and aching, clear arousal streaming down her inner thighs in rivulets that catch the afternoon sunlight.

"Right here, gorgeous," James instructs, positioning her on her back across the cushioned lounger. "Spread those legs nice and wide so everyone can see what we're giving you."

Cumslut obeys immediately, her tan thighs falling open to reveal her glistening pink pussy, swollen and desperately clenching around nothing. Her white thong is discarded somewhere on the deck.

"Fuck, look at how wet she is," the glasses guy breathes, his hand already working his zipper down. "That's insane—she's literally dripping onto the cushion."

"Been watching all the other girls get bred," you explain from where you stand a few feet away, one bronze hand resting on your own leather-clad hip. "She needs it bad. Don't hold back on her."

James kicks off his board shorts, his cock springing free—thick, cut, maybe eight inches and already rock hard. He kneels between Cumslut's spread thighs, gripping her ankles and pushing them wider apart. "You want this cock inside you, baby?"

"Yes!" Cumslut sobs, her bright blue eyes streaming desperate tears. "Please fuck me—breed me—pump me full—I can't take it anymore—"

You're so focused on watching James position his swollen head against Cumslut's dripping entrance that you don't notice the presence behind you until strong hands grip your hips through your soaked leather micro-shorts.

"Damn, Candi," a deep male voice rumbles directly against your ear, hot breath making you shiver. "Standing here with your ass out like an invitation—couldn't resist."

Before you can turn to see who it is, those hands yank your micro-shorts down your bronze thighs in one rough motion. Cool air hits your bare, dripping pussy—you'd lost your thong somewhere earlier—and then a thick cockhead presses insistently against your swollen entrance from behind.

"Wait—" you start, but he's already pushing inside, his shaft spreading your tight walls in one deep thrust that makes you gasp and arch forward.

"Fuck, you're soaking," he groans, gripping your hips harder as he buries himself balls-deep in your pussy. "Tightest thing I've felt all year."

Across from you, James slams into Cumslut with equal force, and her petite body bows off the lounger with a piercing shriek of relief.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Breed me!" Cumslut screams, her small hands clawing at James's muscular shoulders as he starts pounding her desperately clenching pussy.

The cock inside you pulls nearly all the way out, then drives back in with a wet slap of flesh on flesh, your DD-cups bouncing in your leather corset from the impact.