Courtney’s a Bitch

Tank grasped my arms with his hands like he was restraining me. I was still tied – he didn’t need to. Then he raised up like he was doing push-ups. He could really pound my ass like this. With each forceful impact I lifted my head and arched my back just enough to make it appear like his pounding was wracking my body, but also just enough to create added stimulation for my engorged ball sack.

He picked up speed. The pistoning was working great for me. My dick was in a constant state of stimulation now, rubbing in the gooey puddle. I was going to cum soon. Tank screamed out while the guys cheered, “Can you take it, Bitch? Can you take it? ‘Cause you’re gonna get it!!” You’re gonna get every ounce of it. And you of all people know how much I cum.”

Tank shot a massive bucket of cum into my ass. I couldn’t feel it when the others came in me, but I could definitely feel a warm volume of spooge being deposited deeply within. The feeling of sloshiness increased dramatically too. Tank didnt stop his fucking, he just kept plowing through the nastiness for ten or more additional pumps.

These were the extra pumps I needed to push me over the edge. I stopped any pretense of resistance or discomfort. The muscles in my groin that cause ejaculation contracted strongly. I felt them grab at the big thick cock in my ass as well. I’m sure he felt it too. Jets of my own cum soaked the pillow and bathed my dickhead in a pile of frothy wetness.

Tank lowered his mouth next to my ear, “You of all people…you’re the only one. You took my virginity then destroyed me. I’ve never…since…” His voice trailed off. I could only hear because there was a break between songs. Tank’s voice was almost inaudible, “I hate you because you made me love you. I loved my little bitch.”