Die tante fickt alle schwanze part 4

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the dimly lit bedroom. A masked woman, her curves accentuated by a lacy black teddy, lay on the king-sized bed, legs spread invitingly. The camera panned in, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening folds beneath sheer panties. She was known only by a name whispered inushed tones: Die Tante.

With a sultry smile, she beckoned to the viewer. “Komm zu mir, mein Hengst. Ich dich.Und du sollst kommen, wieder und immer wieder.” Her voice was a husky purr, dripping with promise and sinful intent. An aphrodisiac spoken directly into the mind of the viewer.

As if on cue, a door opened, and three men entered. They were naturaleza con la niñez declaró opciones extra رسمی naked save for their masks, their bodies chiseled and toned. Ereccted members, thick and long, juted outwards as they approached the eagerly waiting Tante.

She crawled forward on the bed, never breaking eye contact. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them. “Ich will sie alle. Jegliche.” She extended a hand, fingers wrapping around the first cock, guiding it to her mouth. Her lips stretched, encasing the thick head, tongue swirling around the sensitive glans.

The men groaned as she took them, one by one, into her mouth. Her head bobbed, taking them deeper with each thrust. She gagged, but reveled in the sensation, relishing the control she held over their pleasure.

With a wicked grin, she pulled off and knelt on the bed, crooking a finger at the men. They surged forward, surrounding her, hands stroking and caressing every inch of exposed skin. Her back arched as they played with her, her body a quivering expanse of sensation. Nipples hardened, core flooding with desire.

“Bitte… Ich brauche sie.” The plea was barely a whisper, but they heard her. The first man grabbed her hips, lifting her easily. She straddled him, sinking down onto his thick cock with a low moan. The other men flanked her, cocks in hand, stroking in time to the pistoning of their colleague.

She rode him hard, breasts bouncing with each movement. The others moved in, hands mauling her breasts, pinching and pulling at her stiff nipples. She cried out, the sensations overwhelming her, pushing her higher and higher.

“More,” she gasped, head thrown back in ecstasy. The man beneath her gripped her hips harder, pushing up into her, hitting that secret spot deep inside. She seesawed on him, grinding down, seeking more, more, more.

The others moved around, cocks slapping her face, rubbing against her cheeks, lips, chin. She turned her head, licking and suckit at the swollen heads. They in turn rubbed their crews against her, the silky skin sliding over hers, sticky with precum.

She surged forward, taking another cock into her mouth, her tastebuds exploding with the musky tang of masculinity. She suckled hard, scraping her teeth along the shaft, reveling in their gasps and groans.

She bounced faster, the bed shaking with the force of their lovemaking. Sweat dripped down her body, adding to the slickness of her passage. The man beneath her grew, larger, harder, pushing her over the edge. She screamed around the cock in her mouth, her cunt clenching down, milking him as she came.

He came with her, spurting deep inside her, filling her with his essence. As he popped from her, another replaced him, pressing his thick crown to her entrance. She wriggled, letting him in, taking him deep, deeper still.

The man in her mouth gripped her hair, fucking her face with fast, hard thrusts. She gagged, blinked back tears, but reveled in the sensation, knowing it would please him. That had always been her goal, her reason for being.

“Meine Henne,” he groaned, “so gut! Du bist so geil!” He thrust harder, grunting as he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, earning a roar as he came, pulsing jets of cum hitting the back of her throat, running out the sides of her stretched lips.

She licked him clean as he pulled out, panting. The last man pressed in from behind, his thicker cock stretching her, making her moan. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, setting a slow, deep pace. Her body jiggled with each thrust, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.

“Cum for me,” he growled, leaning over her, his hot breath in her ear. “Cum on my cock.” His thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own peak, his fingers digging into her hips.

She clenched around him, feeling his thickness pulse inside her. With a guttural moan, she came again, drawing out his own climax. He pulled out, spurting all over her back, marking her, claiming her.

She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, her body covered in sweat and cum. The men collapsed around her, their own breathing ragged. She smiled, a sated, satisfied smile. This was what she was made for, born to do.

She knew they would leave, sated but never satisfied. They would return, hungry for more, and she would be waiting. This was her purpose, her life. Die tantos, ultimate pleasure, ultimate satisfaction.

She drifted off to sleep, the candle sputtering out, leaving her alone in her room, sealed from the world outside, forever a mystery. A saint, perhaps, but undoubtedly, always, a sinner.