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I was dressed hotter than hell, and ready to find some tasty arm candy with a thick cock for the night. I had my vibrating panties on. It was my intention to hand the control to the first man that offered to buy me a drink. As sexy as I am, that usually doesn’t take very long. The man who approached me reminded me of Bill Clinton in his better days; chiseled, distinguished, and evidently dripping in power hungry money.
The very sight made my lonely little pussy growl. He put a strong arm around my tiny teen waist, and pulled me in close to whisper in my ear. “My cock loves the sight of you in that dress. I’d love you even more without.” He grinned. His cologne intoxicated me as I passed over the remote. His hungry eyes lit up as he realized what it was. Pocketing the remote, he took me to dance.
Leading, he slipped an hand in his pocket and turned the vibrator on low. He was going to make my pussy hum before it pulsed along to the beat carrying our sweating bodies across the floor. His hand slipped down my dress, roughly pinching one of my nipples.
The Jaguar intended to devour me; slowly. I hoped his mature cock could keep up with my hot, tight cunt. I’ve been needy since my husband sailed away. Fill me up in his bed, won’t you darling? I need a real man to own me, fuck me for the night.
The twelfth sticky, steaming cum load of the night squirted up into my pussy as the hand around my mouth clamped down. I was moaning and panting so loud, but the Seamen in the Navy barracks weren’t about to let me go or let me make a fucking sound. They didn’t want to get busted since not all of them had busted their nasty fucking loads deep inside of my slutty little pussy.
They’d snuck me in quietly in the night, and I’d been taking cock for six hours. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but these military type were mean. They were horny, deprived, and full of fucking stamina. I was a sloppy cunt for them to fuck, a set of tits to play with, a tight little asshole to go fill up, a hot fucking mouth to cum in, and two hands to jack off those meat monsters.There were cocks in any direction I looked, just hairy sweaty men covered in tattoos and scars waving their dirty dicks around.
They all intended for me to take them, to use me and abuse me however they wanted. It was a hot sensual gangbang, and even though my fuck holes ached, I was crying and dripping cum, and begging silently to be let go, me and my cunt were loving every second of it.