Six cocks for Molly’s teen pussy! YouthLust

The sun was just beginning to set over the horizon, casting a warm, inviting glow across the skyline of Los Angeles. Traffic was congested, as it usually is in the city of angels, but the youthful energy was palpable. Cars filled with college students and young professionals made their way to various hot spots around town. Among them was a young Latina beauty named Molly, who was headed to a private residence in the hills.

Molly was a petite 19-year-old with long, silky brown hair, dark almond-shaped eyes, and full, pouty lips. She had the kind of curves that drove men wild – an ample bosom, a tiny waist, and a round, plump ass. Tonight, she was dressed to impress in a tight white tank top that showcased her perky tits and short daisy dukes that hugged her firm glutes and barely covered her juicy pussy. Her car pulled up to a gated community, and Molly entered her code, the gates swinging open to reveal a long, winding driveway.

As she climbed out of her red convertible, she noticed several other young women stepping out of their cars – all beautiful, all clad in skimpy outfits, all here for the same reason. Molly locked her car and sashayed towards the sprawling contemporary home, her heels clicking against the stone path.

The front door opened before she even had a chance to knock, revealing a tall, tanned, muscular man in his early 20s. He wore a loose tank top and gym shorts, and Molly could see the outline of his massive cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. “Molly!” he greeted her with a wolfish grin. “I’m Jake. You must be here for the party.”

Molly nodded, biting her lower lip as her eyes roamed over his chiseled physique. “Is…is everyone else here?” she asked, stepping into the chaos inside.

Jake laughed, closing the door behind her. “Oh yeah, we’ve got a full house. Plenty of cocks for your tight little holes.”

Molly swallowed hard, her pussy already dripping with anticipation. She followed Jake through the crowded living room, her eyes widening at the sight of so many hot young men and women grinding and gyrating to the heavy bass pounding from the speakers. Some were already fucking, moaning and screaming in ecstasy, lost in their own little worlds.

Jake led Molly upstairs to one of the bedrooms, gesturing for her to enter. The room was dimly lit, with a king-sized bed pushed against the far wall. Seated on the bed were five more muscular guys, all undressed, their huge cocks throbbing and pulsing, ready for action. “Introductions are in order,” Jake said with a smirk. “Molly, meet Ryan, Mike, Chris, Dylan, and Ethan. You’ll be seeing a lot of them tonight.”

The guys greeted Molly with hungry stares and eager hands, their fingers dancing along her body, tugging at her clothes. She let out a moan as she felt mouths latch onto her neck, her tits, her pussy. It was an assault on her senses, but a welcome one.

Within minutes, Molly found herself naked, sandwiched between two of the guys, her mouth stuffed with one massive cock while another slammed into her tight cunt from behind. The room was filled with the sounds of intense fucking and the smell of sweat and sex. Molly’s small body was being stretched in ways she never thought possible, her holes ravaged relentlessly by the massive cocks belonging to each of the guys.

One by one, she was passed around the room, her pussy and mouth used as pleasurourous receptacles, each guy leaving their own unique mark on her submissive body. She lost count of how many times she came, her pussy gushing all over the bedspread, her eyes rolling back in her head with pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the night wore on, Molly found herself on her knees, surrounded by the six guys, their cocks poised over her face, ready to paint her in their hot seed. She stared up at them through hazy eyes, mouth open, tongue sticking out, ready to receive her load.

With a collective groan, the men began to unload, their cocks pulsing as they sprayed thick ropes of cum all over Molly’s face and in her mouth. She let out a gurgling moan as she swallowed as much of the sticky fluid as she could, some dripping down her chin and onto her tits. When they were finished, she looked like a cum-soaked mess – a beautiful, satisfied mess.

Molly lay back on the bed, savoring the taste of cum on her tongue and lips, the sticky remnants of her debauchery on her body. She closed her eyes and sighed, a contented smile playing on her cum-tainted lips. She knew that she would be back for more, that she would always crave the feeling of being used and dominated by a group of horny young men. It was a rush unlike anything else, and one that she would continue to chase, no matter how many times she came or how much cum she swallowed.