The weekend started with a simple text from my dealer, “Hey slut, you down for a non-stop fuckfest this weekend?” My heart raced with excitement as I read the message. I had been promised a weekend of non-stop action, and I was determined to live up to it.The next day was even more intense. Gay sex They took turns using me in every way possible, filling every hole until I couldn’t take anymore. I eagerly submitted to their whims, loving every second of the pain and pleasure that they inflicted upon me.One particularly memorable encounter was with a group of five bikers. They all had one thing in common, though – they were all hungry for their favs and wanting a piece of my tight, used-up hole. When they were done, they tossed me some favs and fcash, and told me to take care of myself.As I stumbled out of the building, ripe, leaking, and mind reeling from the weekend’s events, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Some were gentle, taking their time to savor every inch of my body, while others were rough, pounding into me like animals in heat. There were orgies on the balcony and roof, where my body was sandwiched between countless hard, muscular forms.
