Chapter 54: Crack of Dawn

DAWN

-- TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 2008 (SEVENTEEN MONTHS AGO) --

“Never! Stop! Fucking! Meeeee!” I screamed.

“Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” he grunted.

“Give it to me! Give! It! To! Meeeee!!!” I howled in delirious ecstasy.

“You are incredible! So amazing!” he crooned, hammering me harder and harder and harder.

“Up into me!” I squealed. “Blast it all into me! Drown me in your sperm! Never stop! Never stop!”

“Never! I’ll never stop!”

“Gonna cum too! I’m cumming too! I can’t hold it any longer!”

“Let it go! Just let go! Cum for me! Cum for me! You’re incredible!”

“You are the incredible one! Ohmigawd! Ohmigawd! I’m CUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!”

“Down-down-down-NOW-NOW-NOW AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!”

Together we screamed.

Together we came.

Together.

We were together.

Both of us were soaked with sweat, bangs plastered to our foreheads and a river running down his back, but neither of us cared as we heaved together in the final throes of simultaneous orgasm. Lips locked together, we kissed and kissed and kept on kissing as my lover’s gorgeous cock spat out its final wads of spunk deep into the furthest recesses of my womb. And we kept on kissing even after his hips went still and there was no more sperm to give.

I hummed into his mouth, a joyous croon of love that came on a direct line from my heart. And we stayed clinched together like that for what felt like forever, neither of us wanting to ever let go.

But eventually, of course, we did. Ben’s stomach growled - as it often did after sex, actually - which made me giggle. The man always had two kinds of hunger, and once one of them had been sated, he always had an appetite for the other. Only then did he roll off me so we could both get started on our day. We cleaned up, we got dressed, and Ben headed outside to make breakfast for both of us while I started my morning makeup routine. And ten minutes later we sat at right-angles to each other at the dining table holding hands, both of us with goofy, giddy smiles dominating our faces.

Just like our moods, the sky outside was getting bright and blue, the omnipresent Berkeley cloud cover giving way to warm sunshine even though it was the middle of February. The house window shades were all open to let in the morning light, with one particular ray of sunshine illuminating my new boyfriend’s handsome face with a radiantly warm glow.

Not that Ben was a “new” boyfriend, exactly. He certainly qualified as an “old” boyfriend, not that he was old or anything but just that we’d obviously been a dating couple before. So he was most definitely an old boyfriend in the sense of being a past boyfriend, but now that we’d agreed to get back together again last night and I’d been single up until that moment one could say he also qualified as my “new” boyfriend, right? Or at least he would be once we made things official.

New, old ... didn’t matter. Ben was about to become my boyfriend, period. Awesome, right?

It certainly FELT awesome this morning, didn’t it? I mean, you’ve had some really good morning sex with Ben over the years, but this morning? Wowww ... I mean, just... Wowww...

He’s amazing. He’s always been amazing, but this morning was... AMAZING.

I started playing footsie with him underneath the table, which got me a little distracted from my breakfast and made me giggle happily. Actually, we were both pretty distracted from our breakfasts, spending too much time making goo-goo eyes at each other instead of actually eating. But all too soon, it was time for me to leave.

“Stupid 8am classes,” Ben grumbled. “You’d think a graduating senior wouldn’t have to worry about such early mornings. Sure you can’t skip it today to spend just a little more time with me?”

“Me? Skip class?” I scoffed but flashed him a warm smile. “I’ll miss you too, but I’ll see you tonight, alright? It’s not THAT far away.”

“I’ll be counting down the seconds,” he sighed, puckering up as I went around to him for a kiss.

“Mmm-wah! Bye, babe!”

“Byeee...” He goosed my ass, which made me giggle and flash him another beaming smile.

I practically skipped the whole way to class.

Ben and I were FINALLY getting back together!!!

Or so I’d thought.

“She’s at her best when she’s your best friend. All the fun, none of the fear,” DJ told Ben with a pained expression on her face.

There was no malice in her tone, just honest concern as she, Brooke, and Ben talked in his bedroom, having a serious conversation instead of engaging in the wild threesome they’d led everyone to believe.

“She says she’s put ‘Perfect Dawn’ behind her, left that girl behind at Morris Camp, but we’ve all seen that the ‘Real Dawn’ isn’t so very different,” DJ continued. “It wouldn’t take much to nudge her back into those obsessive-compulsive behaviors, into the all-consuming fear of losing you or letting you down. All it would take, really, is becoming your girlfriend again, putting herself back on that path toward marriage, uniting the two families, and bringing about all the burdens of expectation that come with it.”

Ben looked at her sadly, and when he spoke his voice was clearly remorseful and apologetic. “Did I really make you so much of a worse person for being with me?”

Holding back tears, DJ just turned her face away and sighed.

Brooke reached out to wrap an arm around her best friend, telling DJ, “You can’t let your own issues with Ben muddle your sister’s issues with him.”

“We’re sisters,” DJ said sadly. A tear rolled down my sister’s cheek, and I felt her pain and anguish.

Despite all the past animosity between us - her lifelong drive to get out from beneath my shadow, how poorly I’d treated her when she got pregnant and engaged - we’d managed to patch up our differences and come to love each other again as sisters. I only wanted what was best for her, and I knew she wanted what was best for me.

DJ looked helplessly at Ben, explaining, “We’re more alike sometimes than anyone else realizes. I know how much it crushed me inside when our relationship failed, and I know it hurt her just as badly when yours failed too. She’s my sister, and I love her too much to let her get hurt like that again.”

“And you’re my sister, and I love you, too,” I suddenly cut in, unable to help myself.

Brooke and DJ whirled around in surprise, and Ben looked up to find me standing in the doorway. “How long were you standing there?” Ben asked.

This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned to get the answer to my question about whether or not my soulmate was ready to give the romance thing another shot. But when the hell did anything ever go to plan? I sighed and muttered, “Just a minute or so. Something about me being my best when you and I are only friends, and about how us getting back together would nudge me back into old ‘Perfect Dawn’ behaviors.”

DJ’s eyes got wide, and she gave me a look of sheer terror, immediately panicking that I’d think she’d just betrayed me. But I gave her a reassuring look that silently told her I wasn’t angry. I understood where she was coming from, after all. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought of the exact same concerns she’d simply voiced aloud.

And then taking a deep breath, I turned my attention back to Ben. “So ... looks like you and I need to talk, huh?”

-- THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 2008 (VALENTINE’S DAY) --

“He’s my One. My Only. My Best Friend. The Man of My Dreams,” I stated flatly, shaking my head. “He’s my Soulmate, the only man I’ll ever need. If you really want to go hit up a nightclub and get some hunky, sweaty guys to rub themselves up against you, take DJ and go have a good time. But I really have no interest in some handsy, self-proclaimed cocksman out to score desperately lonely sluts on National Singles Awareness Day.”

Dayna frowned. “You callin’ me a desperately lonely slut?”

“Well you did just spend the last ten minutes enviously bitching about how disgustingly happy Brandi is with Jared,” DJ pointed out.

“I’m horny, not desperate. There’s a difference,” Dayna insisted. “And while I know you both are perfectly capable of giving me spectacular orgasms, there’s something just a little ... sad ... about three beautiful busty blonde bombshells like us sitting around the house, alone and drinking wine on Valentine’s Day, isn’t there? C’mon, I know we agreed to stay in together and chat, but shouldn’t we get OUT there and have a good time tonight?”

“Like I said,” I told her. “If you want to, go right ahead.”

“You already know we’re not leaving you home alone,” my big sister retorted.

I sighed. “Fine then, I’ll come along. I’ll hold your purses and watch your drinks to make sure nobody roofies either of you.”

DJ held her hands up. “I’m not going anywhere, either. You two said you were gonna relax and drink wine: that’s all I signed up for tonight. After the shit I went through with Robi already, I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with block-headed boys anymore tonight.”

“Fine, fine. We’ll sit here and talk,” Dayna grumped, emphasizing ‘talk’ as if it were a dirty word. She swirled her wine glass and put her feet up on the coffee table while looking at me. “But I’m done talking about blind date disasters, and DJ’s done bitching about her ex-boy toy. So that leaves you and Ben.”

“I already told you what happened with Ben.”

“You told us what happened, yes,” Dayna pressed. “You still haven’t explained to our satisfaction the why.”

“Why what?”

“Why you’re both too chickenshit to take the leap. He’s scared. You’re scared. But c’mon ... you’re Ben and Dawn. You’re fucking soulmates. What were you saying just now? He’s your One, your Only, The Man of Your Dreams. This is the part where you pour your hearts into it and work things out as you go.”

I shook my head. “He’s not ready. I understand that, and we’re perfectly content for now with remaining best friends. It’s fine.”

“Fine,” DJ drawled knowingly.

“We’ve spent all this time building back up to a stable position, and we’re both quite understandably afraid of undermining that stability. I’m happy with where we’re at now.”

Dayna coughed, “[Bullshit!] Oh, I’m sorry. Had a tickle in my throat.”

“They’re better off as best friends,” DJ stated matter-of-factly. “Dawn and Ben are pair-bonded forever like you and Brandi, or me and Brooke. We all work better this way: intimately-connected but not romantic.”

“If Brooke had a penis,” Dayna drawled, “are you saying you wouldn’t--”

“Eww, just don’t go there,” DJ cut her off.

“Deej is right,” I interjected. “Ben and I work better this way. He loves me, and he’ll always love me, but he’s not ‘in love’ with me, and that’s okay.”

Dayna shook her head. “Your mouth says ‘that’s okay’ but your eyes say you’re absolutely crushed inside.”

I pursed my lips. “I’m not absolutely crushed inside.”

“In all fairness,” DJ put in, “Your eyes do say you’re pretty crushed inside.”

I frowned. “I thought you agreed that Ben and I are better as best friends.”

“I do. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I know how much it hurt for you to say you were ready to take the leap and then have him say, ‘Uhhh ... no, no thank you.’”

I rolled my eyes. “He didn’t say, ‘No thank you.’”

“What exactly DID he say?”

“He said he was willing to do what Dayna just suggested about pouring our hearts into it and working it out as we went.”

“Then why didn’t you say ‘yes’?” Dayna chimed in.

“Because I knew at the same time that he didn’t really mean it. I could see him working himself up to say something he didn’t really want to say. I could see him trying so hard to convince himself that he was ready for something he clearly wasn’t ready for. He knew how hard I’d worked to bring our relationship back to this place of balance. He knew how painful the journey had been, for both of us. He knew how much I wanted us to be together, and even though he still had his doubts, bless his heart, my soulmate nodded in the affirmative and told me, ‘We should DO this. We should at least try.’ He said that if I wanted to restart the romantic relationship, then he’d do it for me and say ‘yes’.”

“Which is exactly why you had to say ‘no’,” DJ stated sagely.

“No she didn’t,” Dayna countered.

“Yes, she did,” DJ insisted. “Dawn felt a hundred percent ready to start a new relationship, but Ben wasn’t a hundred percent.”

“And we can’t start a relationship if Ben isn’t a hundred percent sure,” I stated painfully, with the knowledge that MY Ben didn’t believe in me a hundred percent squeezing my heart like a vise.

“Why?” Dayna rolled her eyes. “If I waited until I was a hundred percent sure before starting something ... I’d never start anything!”

“Ben and Dawn restarting their relationship isn’t just ‘anything’,” DJ retorted. “There’s no half-assing this one. There’s no jumping in with both feet to sink or swim and just hoping things work out. I can half-ass a relationship with Robi because if and when it ends, no big deal; I’ll never have to see the guy again. But Ben and Dawn?”

Dayna sighed. “You’re not just talking about the fact that they’ll have to see each other again.”

“I’m talking about what happened to them the last time it all fell apart.” DJ winced and gave me an apologetic look.

Dayna shrugged. “I dunno. Last time Ben and Dawn fell apart, he knocked you up and asked you to marry him. Sure you’re not better off getting them to try again - and fail again - so you can get another shot?”

“Don’t joke about that.” DJ shook her head. “I’m off that hamster wheel now. I’m paired up with Brooke. Dawn’s paired up with Ben.”

“But not romantically,” Dayna stated for clarification.

“Because like you and Brandi, and me and Brooke, they’re better as best friends,” DJ confirmed.

“And yet Dawn’s feeling crushed inside...” Dayna gestured towards me with her wine glass.

“I’m not...” I began defensively before a frog suddenly got stuck in my throat. My hand started shaking, the wine inside sloshing around, and I had to set my glass down on the table before it spilled. Even then, the tremors wouldn’t stop and I clasped both hands together and then squeezed.

This fact hadn’t escaped my sisters, and they watched me with obvious concern while patiently waiting me out. Dayna dropped her feet from the tabletop and sat up straight. DJ set down her own wine glass and leaned forward, elbows on her knees and fingers interlaced.

Eventually, I found the words, but I didn’t find the strength because my voice cracked as I said softly, “-I- was ready. You all said how much I was floating on a cloud of joy. I honestly thought we were getting back together. I thought my Happily Ever After was finally coming true. After everything we’d been through, all my doubt and self-loathing and the pain and anguish of being estranged from each other, I thought we’d finally gotten back to a place where we could be together again.”

“You ARE at a place where you can be together again,” Dayna insisted.

I shook my head. “He’s not ready. Ben has always been the romantic dreamer. He’s always been the one to say that our love alone can keep us together, that together we can face and overcome any obstacle just through The Power of Love™. But I know better. I’m the realistic one. Love alone already failed us before. Everyone - including us - had assumed we were on a glide path to Happily Ever After when we finally got together after Ryan and I broke up. But we weren’t ready for Happily Ever After just yet.” I snorted and started chuckling to myself.

My sisters frowned and glanced at each other, not expecting me to start laughing.

“Who am I kidding?” I continued. “Ben was ready back then. I’M the one that wasn’t ready. For years and years I’d buttoned myself up into ‘Perfect Dawn’. I’d aspired to be the best, and in many ways I’d succeeded. I finally had it all ... And then I cracked.”

I looked up at my sisters, saw the sympathy and then sorrow on their faces. They knew how much Ben had always meant to me. They knew how much the breakup had devastated me.

“There’s no beating around the bush about it,” I continued. “I cracked. I fucked up. I ruined Happily Ever After. And it was all MY fault.”

Dayna shook her head. “It wasn’t all--”

“It was ALL my fault,” I cut her off. “The Dawnpocalypse was bad enough, but the aftermath turned out to be far worse for him in many ways. I ran away, unable to face him or face what I’d done. All he wanted was for me to stick around and not abandon him. All he wanted was for his best friend to stay by his side and at least make the effort to work things out. ‘Please don’t leave me,’ he said. I left anyways. I couldn’t handle it. And not only did I run away for the summer, I ran away for the entire following year.”

My hands were shaking again, so I clasped them together and squeezed trying to make the tremors stop. My lower lip quivered, and I took a deep breath fighting hard ... so hard ... to keep my shit together. Dayna and DJ were glancing at each other again, but neither of them spoke just yet. And after taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let out a long exhalation, trying to put myself into a yoga meditation state of mind and let the tension out.

Only then did I open my eyes and look back at my sisters. Shaking my head sadly, I explained, “Ben’s not ready for another relationship because he knows I’M not ready for another relationship.”

“Of course you’re ready,” Dayna insisted.

“I’m not using the word ‘ready’ this time to mean ‘willing’ to start again.” I shook my head. “I’m not ‘ready’ because I’m not good enough for him to accept. Not yet at least. I have flaws and he has his doubts, but if I can just fix--”

“Ooh, let’s not start down that slippery slope,” DJ interrupted.

I frowned. “What slippery slope?”

“The slippery slope of believing that you’re somehow not perfect enough for him, because if you were perfect enough, then Ben would marry you in a heartbeat, right? He’s freaking BEN. And you’re his Dawn. So there must be something wrong with you that you need to fix in order to be perfect enough for him to no longer doubt you and therefore be ready and willing to accept you.”

I pursed my lips at DJ. “Don’t project your insecurities onto me. This isn’t about ‘Perfect Dawn’.”

“This isn’t about MY insecurities.” DJ shook her head. “With you, when is it ever NOT about ‘Perfect Dawn’?”

“This isn’t about ‘Perfect Dawn’,” I insisted. “I’ve put that behind me. This is about Ben getting cold feet and me needing to understand what it is that’s giving him cold feet and then helping him overcome those cold feet so that we both can move forward and get what we both ultimately want.”

“Which is what?” DJ shook her head. “Married to each other, soulmates bonded in holy matrimony for all eternity? I told you: you’re better off as pair-bonded siblings like me and Brooke or Dayna and Brandi.”

“I just want Ben to be in my life for the rest of my life. Period.” I took a deep breath and stared down both of my sisters. “He’s my One. My Only. My Best Friend. The Man of My Dreams. My Soulmate. I will do whatever it takes, I will do EVERYTHING in my power to ensure that he and I NEVER get separated again, alright?”

Neither Dayna nor DJ replied immediately, glancing at each other instead. The quiet intensity of my tone weighed heavily in the room, and I could practically feel the fire in my eyes as I bored my gaze into both of them.

“Right now, we’re better off as best friends,” I finally stated. “We assessed the situation together, came to a decision with both our hearts and minds, and decided it wasn’t worth jeopardizing our best friends relationship. Someday ... maybe ... we may change our minds and decide to take another shot at romance, but not today. The important thing is that I will always need him in my life, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep him in my life. If that means inchworm progress - three steps forward and two steps back - then so be it. The time we spent apart left a huge void in my heart, and the intimacy I feel with him deep in my soul matters far more to me than any romance. I’m good with how things turned out. Really, I am.”

“Great to hear it,” Dayna enthused, raising her wine glass like a toast.

DJ looked less convinced. “Are you sure?”

Taking a deep breath, I reached forward to pick up my own wine glass without a single tremor. “I’m sure,” I stated firmly.

DJ nodded slowly and then raised her own glass. “Alrighty then. Uh, but what are we suddenly toasting to?”

“To Ben,” Dayna proclaimed, raising her glass higher. “For always killing spiders for me and then fucking my pretty little brains out afterward on command.”

DJ chuckled, raising her glass. “To Ben.”

I smiled and raised my glass as well. “To my one and only soulmate best friend Ben.”

-- SATURDAY, MAY 24, 2008 (THREE MONTHS LATER) --

{Squeeze my tits. Pinch my nipples. Harder, babe, harder!}

I hadn’t said a word aloud - my mouth was busy eating my little sister’s succulent snatch - but my soulmate could always play my keys like a master pianist. He knew exactly when and exactly how to manipulate my senses for maximum pleasure, and right on cue his strong hands clamped onto my big swaying tits and squeezed them oh so perfectly with just the right amount of pressure. And he did all that while continuing to rapidly ram his rigid rod in and out of my climactically clenching cunt.

{I’m cumming, babe! Stay in at full depth and... yesss ... just like that. Fuck yeah. Now carve it around my inner walls while you... FUUUUCK ... buzz my love button. Fuck yeah! So good! It’s so good! I love you, babe! I love you!!!}

I quivered and shivered in the aftermath of my orgasm, and once it waned, Ben went back to drilling deep into my wet box. I was seated in the armchair with my ass at the front edge of the cushion so my eternal soulmate could wrap my legs around his waist and pound me. DJ stood above me with her crotch in my face, bent to hold onto the top of the backrest while I lapped at her luscious labia.

DJ giggled above me, muttering, “You keep that up I’m gonna make you fuck it sooner than later.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” Ben challenged confidently. “Anytime.”

“If you’re man enough, bring it on,” DJ shot back.

But before DJ or Ben could ‘bring it on’, Brooke announced, “My turn!”

A moment later, my best friend pulled his big dick out of me and pivoted around. DJ then dismounted my face, announcing, “I’m switching, too!” And my little sister then climbed onto the other armchair to stand above her best friend in a mirror image of what she’d been doing with me, all while Ben completed the mirror by savagely sawing his steel-hard schlong in and out of his little sister’s sweet snatch instead.

That left me all alone for a little bit, my crotch lewdly exposed with both legs thrown over the armrests. Ben had given me an amazing orgasm, yes, but I was still horny and craving cock. Fortunately, there was one more in the room today, and I coyly crooked a finger at Andrew, who hesitated for just a moment to check with Ben first.

My best friend laughed and waved him on, so with an eager smile Andrew moved to push his dick into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned happily as I felt a thick column of man meat filling me up, hot and throbbing and ... energizing ... in a way not even a Ben Junior vibrator could ever truly match. And I wrapped all four limbs around Brooke’s boyfriend while cooing for him to fuck me hard.

Everyone enjoyed themselves, including me. Andrew did a good job of holding out long enough for me to get my cookies before he pulled out and hosed down my big titties. Then, Ben rabbit-humped his little sister to the brink of orgasm before abruptly switching girls, smashing DJ’s sodden snatch for a half-dozen strokes, and then notching his swollen schlong at my little sister’s sphincter and splooging it with steaming spunk that slickened the way for him to suddenly sodomize her.

“Holy fuuucccCCKK!” DJ shrieked, the end of her scream rising to ear-splitting decibels as Ben shoved his still-spunking shaft straight through her stretched sphincter using nothing but his own cum for lube.

“Hahahahahaha...” Laughing like an idiot, Brooke mocked, “‘Anytime, kiddo. Anytime.’”

I want Ben in MY ass.

Patience, girlie. Patience. Let DJ have him. And besides, he just came and will need another minute to recharge.

There IS another dick available.

Pssht. Andrew will take longer to recharge.

This is true. Well hurry it up already!

“My turn, boyfriend, but we’re doing this well-lubed,” Brooke announced, holding up a tube of Astroglide. But a second later she glanced over at me. “That is, unless you want him first.”

Ooh, yes please!

“Andrew can fuck my pussy today but my asshole belongs to Ben,” I replied, shaking my head in the negative.

Dammit!

I can’t let Andrew in my ass!

Why the fuck not?

Because I need to demonstrate how important Ben is to me. I’m ever so grateful he’s okay with me enjoying another man’s dick on special occasions, but we both know how much he loves anal and it really should be my soulmate’s exclusive thing.

Seriously?!?

Seriously.

Fine, fine. But I need cock NOW.

Ooh! I just had a bright idea.

“But I’ll help you suck him hard again,” I added with a smirk a second later, that internal debate over in an instant. “And I can prep you too, after you lick his cum off my tits first.”

“Deal!” Brooke chirped enthusiastically, bouncing off the other armchair and going straight for her boyfriend’s creamy spunk on my boobs.

A few minutes later, Brooke and DJ were bent over side-by-side on the big bed with Andrew and Ben, respectively, cornholing the hell out of the girls. After a while, the girls had the boys switch assholes, but eventually DJ started looking around and asked, “Where did Dawn go? We should get her in on this.”

“Thanks for thinking of me, but I had a different idea,” I announced from behind them. I stood proudly with a double-ended Ben Junior sprouting from my loins and parked both hands on my hips. “Which one of you bitches wants to go first?”

“Me! Me! Me!” Brooke yelped immediately, adding, “Besides, today’s my birthday!”

So that’s how we got started with the DP’s. Brooke went first, flat on her back with her brother’s big dick skewering her butthole and my strap-on shoved up her snatch. DJ went next, sandwiched between me and Brooke’s boyfriend. And then Brooke wanted to go full airtight, with my borrowed equipment in her pussy, her boyfriend in her bunghole, and her big brother’s big banger deep in her throat.

And then it was MY turn.

Andrew lost his load in his girlfriend’s ass, but no matter. I had the man I really wanted beneath me as I mounted my best friend’s dick while Brooke and DJ buckled on strap-ons to fill my two available holes. Brooke fucked my face with her fake phallus while my little sister DJ gleefully blasted my butt.

Hhhooolllyyy fffuuuccckkk ... Soooo goooood...

I was soooo fucking wet. Watching Brooke get triple-stuffed had me panting like a bitch in heat waiting for my turn, and now that it was finally happening to me I found my mind going delirious with ecstasy. My heart was racing as I humped up and down my best friend’s big dick. I felt Ben’s hands roaming all over my body and he knew just how to use the springiness of the bed to work his pelvic bone against my clit. DJ’s Ben Junior blasted my bunghole while Ben’s schlong skewered my snatch. Brooke’s borrowed equipment cut off my air supply and I saw sparkling stars filling my vision.

The orgasm started deep within my very core as barely-noticeable tremors given the way my entire body ping-ponged back and forth in a herky-jerky triangle. Ben’s cock thrust me up, DJ’s fake phallus thrust me forward, and then Brooke’s Ben Junior thrust me back. Over and over again I shook and shuddered while savagely getting drilled by three eight-inch dicks. As the pleasure built, I felt like I was losing my fucking MIND. Overwhelming light inundated my brain, brighter and brighter and BRIGHTER until I simply couldn’t keep it in any longer. And I started screaming around Brooke’s artificial cock.

{Fill me, lover... }

{FILL ME, my Ben!}

{FILLLLLL MEEEEEEEE!!!}