Harley King
When Harley got kicked out of her parents' place yet again, she needed a temporary roof over her head. Her brother suggested she stay at a halfway house he once stayed at after leaving jail. Though it was for men only, the manager owed him a favor, so Harley was offered a spot to crash as long as she followed the rules.
But, being the promiscuous person she is, Harley couldn't resist herself. Surrounded by all those men, she thought it wouldn't hurt to give one guy some oral pleasure. A word of advice - when engaging in such activities in a room full of people, unexpected spectators may join.
Thus, when Ray noticed the action, he eagerly joined in, initiating a frenzy of oral sex. Black members were unleashed from their zippers, all aiming towards Harley's eager mouth. One after another, they thrust into her throat, creating a continuous cycle of pleasure.
It was akin to a swarm of bees pollinating, with these sizeable black organs yearning for her oral attention. The sight of Harley face-fucking was truly captivating. Her head bobbed energetically as she attempted to accommodate each member simultaneously.
If this were a sports event, her head movements would warrant a check for potential injury, given the force of those robust, meaty organs. With insatiable greed, she lined them up, servicing the row of phalluses as if she were at an endless buffet. Flipped upside down, the men took turns using her mouth as if it were a dripping, eager orifice.
Drenched in saliva, she had transformed into a live receptacle for their members. All those nights spent performing oral acts had honed Harley's skills, as the men soon expressed their gratitude in copious amounts of salty essence. Blinded by pleasure and shimmering, Harley had never felt so embraced in a residence as she did in that moment.
If only her mother could understand the significance of her promiscuous nature to the neighborhood men.
But, being the promiscuous person she is, Harley couldn't resist herself. Surrounded by all those men, she thought it wouldn't hurt to give one guy some oral pleasure. A word of advice - when engaging in such activities in a room full of people, unexpected spectators may join.
Thus, when Ray noticed the action, he eagerly joined in, initiating a frenzy of oral sex. Black members were unleashed from their zippers, all aiming towards Harley's eager mouth. One after another, they thrust into her throat, creating a continuous cycle of pleasure.
It was akin to a swarm of bees pollinating, with these sizeable black organs yearning for her oral attention. The sight of Harley face-fucking was truly captivating. Her head bobbed energetically as she attempted to accommodate each member simultaneously.
If this were a sports event, her head movements would warrant a check for potential injury, given the force of those robust, meaty organs. With insatiable greed, she lined them up, servicing the row of phalluses as if she were at an endless buffet. Flipped upside down, the men took turns using her mouth as if it were a dripping, eager orifice.
Drenched in saliva, she had transformed into a live receptacle for their members. All those nights spent performing oral acts had honed Harley's skills, as the men soon expressed their gratitude in copious amounts of salty essence. Blinded by pleasure and shimmering, Harley had never felt so embraced in a residence as she did in that moment.
If only her mother could understand the significance of her promiscuous nature to the neighborhood men.
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