Nobody’s Cock Won’t Stay Dry – Eliza Ibarra
Title: Eliza Ibarra’s Bukkake Bonanza: Nobody’s Cock Won’t Stay Dry
In the steamy, dimly lit dungeon of a private mansion, Eliza Ibarra, a sultry Latina vixen, stood naked and trembling with anticipation. The young, inexperienced girl had been lured here by a mysterious benefactor, promising her a night of wild, unbridled passion with some of the most robust, hung men in town. Little did she know, she was about to be inducted into the world of bukkake, a ritual of oral worship and depravity that would push her to her sexual limits and beyond.
The door creaked open, and in marched a dozen burly, tattooed men, their throbbing cocks already on high alert. They circled Eliza like ravenous wolves, drinking in her lithe, curvy body with lustful eyes. A tall, muscular man with a wicked grin stepped forward, his thick cock mere inches from Eliza’s face. “On your knees, little girl,” he growled. “Let’s see how well you can worship a real man’s cock.”
Eliza quivered in fear and excitement, her pussy already dripping with desire. She sank to her knees, eyeing the massive shaft in front of her. She licked her lips, tentatively taking the tip into her mouth. The man groaned, thrusting deeper, forcing his cock down her eager throat. Eliza gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop.
The men took turns shoving their cocks into Eliza’s pretty mouth, using her like a human fleshlight. They grabbed her hair, fucking her face with brutal intensity, their heavy balls slapping against her chin. Eliza struggled to breathe, drool and pre-cum running down her chin, but she took it like a champ, determined to please her new masters.
As Eliza’s throat was being pounded, a man walked over and shoved his cock between her legs from behind. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her tight, virgin pussy, her wetness allowing him to slide in easily. Eliza cried out, the pain and pleasure overwhelming her. The invasion of her body continued, her pussy being stretched and filled in ways she never thought possible.
Tears streamed down Eliza’s face, mascara running in rivulets. Her hair was a tangled mess, saliva and cum dripping down her chin. The men continued their relentless assault, pounding her throat and pussy with wild abandon. Just as Eliza thought she couldn’t take anymore, the man in front of her began to unload his cum, his thick seed shooting directly into her mouth and down her throat.
The others quickly followed suit, their cocks exploding like geysers. Thick ropes of cum painted Eliza’s face, hair, and tits, covering her like a sticky winners’ ribbon. Some of the men grabbed her head, making her turn this way and that, ensuring every inch of her was glazed with their hot, sticky release.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the men were spent. Eliza lay on the floor, covered in cum and barely conscious, her body used and abused in the most glorious way possible. She’d never felt so dirty, so debased, yet so incredibly alive.
The leader of the pack crouched down, lifting Eliza’s cum-splattered face with his hand. “Welcome to the world of bukkake, little one,” he said, a wicked glint in his eye. “You did well for your first time. Imagine how good you’ll be after a few more rounds.”
He released her face, letting her head thud back onto the floor. Eliza lay there, a broken, used princess, covered in the spoils of her initiation. She’d never be the same again. She’d tasted depravity, and she knew she’d crave it like a junkie craves his next fix.
As Eliza’s consciousness faded, she thought she could hear the men laughing and planning their next bukkake event. The cruel quizmaster was already organizing another willing victim to receive her cum baptism. Eliza smiled a cum-smudged smile. One thing was for certain – in this world of bukkake, nobody’s cock would stay dry for long.
