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The Thrills of a Russian College Orgy: A Bisexual Gangbang in the Dorms

Deep within the bowels of a sprawling Russian university campus, in a cramped dorm room cluttered with beer cans, textbooks, and the lingering musk of adolescent hormone-fueled debauchery, an impromptu bisexual orgy was about to erupt. The five protagonists – three horny, testosterone-fueled young men, and two nubile, libido-driven coeds, were more than ready to embark on a wild night of carnal pleasures.

The mood was primed and the die was cast when the first bra was undone, and the cascading tumble of breasts, nipples like bullets ready to pierce the air, set the stage. As clothes flew to the floor like battered, colorful leaves in a Russian winter blizzard, the three bullish lads locked their eyes on the plump, bee-stung lips of the two minxes. Each man was a incarnation of raw animal magnetism, their rippling abs and jutting cocks a testament to that.

One of the girls, her auburn hair a wild tangle, her eyes as blue as the Siberian sky, pulled the larger of the men towards her by his pants. Her other hand dipped between her legs, stroking her honey pot with a Circular motion, as she whispered throatily: “I need this big beast inside me, ravishing my insides raw, splitting me open with its meat”.

Her girlfriend, a petite blonde Cali-crossing Москве style, sank to her knees, her hand lazily pumping the dick of another guy. Her tongue flicked out, licking the tip like a melting ice cream, and she smiled: “Tastes like vodka and sin, the things I love most.”

The lads, no strangers to the charms and wiles of female flesh, grinned rakishly, why were aiming to give these ladies one hell of a ride. Penetration was the aim, multiple if possible, the harder the better. Penises were out, throbbing and yearning for action, rubbing against buttocks and thighs, painting the interior of pussies and mouths.

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