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Their cocks pulsated inside of me like terrified heartbeats while I rode them in a nasty cowgirl position I learned from my favorite pornstar. “Fuck!” I screamed.It was the only word that could literally describe the act we were committing, and simultaneously express the true pleasure that I was feeling as their massive loads of cum slushed around my insides. And as I raised my soft ass, only for gravity to slam me back down onto their fat dicks, it occurred to me that they were both on their THIRD nut and hadn’t stopped fucking my slippery holes yet.I swear, I hadn’t touched alcohol in like a year. And I couldn’t explain it, but I was drunk. Drunk on top shelf dick. Never in my life had I been with a man who didn’t need time to recover after busting a fat one all over my twerking cheeks, or… my toned stomach, or… my puckered lips, juicy tits, fetish-able feet, wherever. Cummer’s choice. And now, I had not one, but… two, who had been breaking and entering my pussy and ass for what seemed like an eternity.I forgot to mention that this all took place in the filthiest fucking gas station bathroom I had ever been in. It was the outhouse kind that is usually tucked around the side of a gas station convenience store, where anything could happen to anyone, anytime. Undetected.Well, I ran the risk of becoming a statistic when I pulled my car off road in desperate need to piss in the isolated, germ-infested, box, that was beneath my stature.Once parked, I grabbed my own roll of tissue and hand-sanitizer that I kept close for such reasons, and exited in my Instagram-approved bikini, şişman gaziantep escort that those pretentious so-called influencer bitches pressured us so-called real women into buying.You see, I make it a point to live in coastal towns since I like my buns to be golden after a lovely day baking in the sun. And with me being the musical genius that I am, and a genius in general (duh), I ditched the 9 to 5 racket, and decided to become DJ Lana, AKA, the only bitch in my town who spun exclusively on the beach.***My greatest ambition is to rock Ibiza, in front of a crowd that stretches all the way to infinity. I know for a fact that they would love me. I go way harder than guys on the turntables, not to mention, I’m easy on the eyes. Yes? I’ll fit right in with my Jello ass cheeks out and jiggling for all to see, and tits spilling over from my bikini top, as I energetically jump up and down while spinning throwback techno and trance from the late 90s – early 00s. Fact is, I’m the rave queen, and all of those sexy beach bums will worship the fuck out of me.But in the meantime, there I was, squatting over the disgusting toilet bowl and letting out a stream that was stronger than my will to remain celibate for an entire year. “No lovers. No masturbation.” My exact words. And I believe I even said, “The only thing I want deep inside me, is my broken self after I dive inward to rediscover, reinvigorate, rejuvenate, and reclaim” this, that, or whatever. Some stupid shit along those lines.Fast forward, and all I knew gaziantep şişman escort was that it was month six and I was dying inside. Like, what was I proving? And to who, again? I couldn’t even remember what set me on this absurd path in the first place. And that is why I knew it was time to get the fuck off. In more ways than one. And now!Feeling and watching my piss spray violently into the toilet, reminded me of just how much I used to squirt when fucked like the proper slut I really am, despite my sweet girl-next-door face and charm that I offer up to the world. Though on that particular day, my offering was unholy.I didn’t mean to fuck them. It just happened. The janky door lock in the rancid bathroom was of course broken, and the knob was covered in God knows what. Thus, I refused to stretch my hand and pull it shut as I pissed. I simply hoped for the best and planned to yell out, “Occupied!” anytime I heard shoes within earshot.Fortunately, I didn’t have to. And by the time my undisturbed stream came to an end, and I had wiped myself clean, and bathed my hands, I couldn’t help but think of the all-too-familiar sensation of pushing a hard flow of liquid out of my powerful pussycat whenever it got frisky.And this is how I came to be leaned against the dirty wall with vulgarity written on it in permanent marker, ferociously rubbing my clit and poking my Gspot, when the door opened to some sort of God… I mean, man, that I had only seen on TV and the internet.I swear, I’ve always been into naturally fit gaziantep şişman escort bayan lovers. Guys, girls, whatever. But damn, this was something else to behold once you saw it up close. I assumed he was a professional wrestler, MMA guy, or something, by the way his muscles even seemed to have muscles.And while guilt and embarrassment were on his face, the only thing on mine, was orgasmic pleasure when I squirted so fucking hard from the mere sight of him. This is why he didn’t completely shut the door and chose to leave it ajar. He knew for a fact what he had seen. Caught me dead to rights. And yet, I kept going to a delicious finish while objectifying that chiseled flesh, he called a body.Instinct told me that he was still on the other side, stuck about what to do, and wondering if there was actually something in it for him. But I surprised myself, and probably Mr. Muscles, when I opened my big fat dick-sucking mouth and shyly said, “You can come in if you’d like.”He opened the door faster than a cowboy could draw his pistol and graced me with a lengthier look at his God-like physique. And just as he prepared to enter, a male voice called out, “Hey man, is it a single, or room for two?” Naturally, his friend was referring to toilets. However, I was compelled to look Mr. Muscles into his predatory eyes that aimed to tear me apart and raise my two fingers.He cracked a sinful smirk and raised his two all the same. Thus, his friend hustled over and was equally surprised by me. The feeling was mutual. He was built just like the first guy. As for the bodybuilder logo on his tank top, it helped me better understand that they in fact weren’t terminators sent back in time to fuck me so hard that I would end my celibacy, and eventually give birth to my daughter, who would lead the Bad Bitch vs. Machine rebellion in the future of 4084. I mean, after all. I’m that bitch, but not like, that important. I’m still me. The fuck puppet formerly known as Three Hole Lana.

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