End of the Night
A Sexual Fantasy
It's six in the morning. Finally I'm in a taxi.
The film of the night is over.
At midnight the first gang-bang and the first sperm streamed: in the mouth (swallowed), in the ass (inside and out), in the face, belly and thighs. Anywhere except the pussy.
Later other sperm of all tastes and colors: sour and sweet; white like milk and opaque like glass.
More than one has decided to fill my pussy and I think I'm still dripping.
What a great effort to hold all those cocks. How many? I do not know.
No, indeed, wait. In my bag I have three thousand euros; every one of my clients paid a hundred euros... And all in six hours.
The film of the night is over.
At midnight the first gang-bang and the first sperm streamed: in the mouth (swallowed), in the ass (inside and out), in the face, belly and thighs. Anywhere except the pussy.
Later other sperm of all tastes and colors: sour and sweet; white like milk and opaque like glass.
More than one has decided to fill my pussy and I think I'm still dripping.
What a great effort to hold all those cocks. How many? I do not know.
No, indeed, wait. In my bag I have three thousand euros; every one of my clients paid a hundred euros... And all in six hours.