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Her skirt tail flipped and danced in the wind, revealing the soft lines of her outer thighs. Black thigh high stockings contrasted against her subtle cream colored flesh. Her short skimpy dress clung to her as if it had become a part of her, a silky light blue layer of skin against skin.

She slid a hand through thick black hair, letting her fingers linger against the side of her neck for a moment as she basked in the cool October breeze. Her nipples jutted through the fabric that gripped her breasts, showing to any who could see that she knew exactly what she wanted on this night.

As she leaned against the stone rail of the roof, her muscular ass feeling the ridges of an old structure’s history, she let her fingertips explore the curves of her breasts. Her nails followed each fingertip, sending tremors of satisfaction up her spine, pausing only at the now hard nipples and, now and then, inside the shallow valley of her cleavage.

“Mmmm…Don’t you love the way they feel?” she imagined herself saying to all her would-be lovers of the night.

She could almost feel three or four sets of hands pawing at her, using her body, holding her arms back while each took his, or her, turn. As they tasted and touched her. As she tasted or touched them in return.

The wind picked up for a moment, blowing her skirt maslak escort up to her waist. She held the material in place as she slipped her right hand down along the defined muscles of her stomach and lower still. She could feel the lacy white panties against her palms now, waiting, in her fantasy, for them to be torn away by the first man to take her.

Her eyelids were heavy with anticipation and her head fell back, as if she waited for a soft tongue kiss to trace along her throat.

“Yes… Please…” she whispered, involuntarily, to the air, her mind and body wrapped up in another world where she would soon be unwrapped.

She would be displayed; a trophy of whomever would have her at any moment. They would push her down onto her hands and knees as if she were their little slut. Their fingers would invade her moist, sensitive pussy, making it wet and hot with ever hard touch.

Her fingers were against her clit now, circling it, caressing her swollen cunt lips. With her other hand she had let loose one of her beautiful tits, the night air breathing against her light brown nipple. She tugged at the hardening nub, twisting it a bit and letting her long red fingernails trace the aureole around it.

He was spreading her thighs as his friends held her sarıyer escort arms. His hands slapped and squeezed her ass, hurting her a little, as his long, thick, cock nudged at her opening. She could feel how hard he was and it was all for her, as were the two others that stood, like steel, in front of her.

Oh how she wanted them both in her mouth. She could taste the phantom of pre cum on her lips as her fingers snaked inside her pussy, massaging her own inner walls, her palm still against her button.

“You ready for all these cocks you little whore?” one of them asked as she pleasured them with her mouth and hands, one of them still buried to the hilt in her wet little cunt.

“Oh God….Yesssss…Please give them all to me…” she moaned, out loud again, not caring who would hear her.

Her body tingled and twitched as she journeyed closer and closer to orgasm, her fingers working away at her mound. She slapped her own breast, almost screaming with delight. Oh yes, she wanted them all.

She screamed as her mind’s eye showed them filling her up, stretching all three of her holes. They were fucking her in such a perfect rhythm that it seemed to reduce her to nothing but a toy. She couldn’t move for fear of loosing all these wonderful cocks.

She levent escort licked the tip of a finger on her free hand, reaching back, trailing her nails across her hip, down along the slope of her tight ass. In a moment she would cum.

And just as her fingertip touched the tight rosebud of her ass hole, she screamed out. Her body seemed to implode, just for a moment, before exploding in a cascade of sexual frenzy. Her skin was hot with it, aching for the touch of another, trembling with need. She stiffened, unable to breathe, her eyes clinching shut as if she wished to be blinded at that very moment in time.

Yes! Oh Yes! The were all cumming on her as she lost her mind in orgasm. She seemed on the very brink of insanity, clinging to the world only with the feel of hot cum jetting against her skin. She could hear them moaning, calling her their little cum slut. They would have her over and over throughout the night, along with whoever else wanted some of her cunt, or her ass, or her mouth. Oh yes, they would all have her tonight.

She leaned against the stone rail out of need more than comfort, now. Her body trembled for what seemed like an eternity, still tingling from such an intense simulation. She’d not even bothered to straighten her dress.

The moon shone down on a beautiful woman, her dress pulled up over her hips, down below her round perfect tits. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, still, soaking the juices that ran down her inner thighs.

In the silence of night, any sound is amplified, carried through the air, freely and without hesitation.

Especially the sound of a strange man clearing his throat.

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