Cum Harvesting: My Guilty Pleasure

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The first touch that started this round of cum harvesting came unexpectedly, a rough hand grazing the back of my neck. I shuddered, my breath catching in my throat. The man behind me didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending electric jolts of pleasure like thundering rushing through my flesh as I arched my back instinctively. I offered myself to him, and he accepted the invitation without hesitation.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me toward him. Cum harvesting was the only thing on my mind. His hardness pressed against my lower back, a silent promise of what was to come. These lips parted in a silent moan as another man stepped forward, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose my throat. These eyes closed, my pulse quickening as I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin.

And then the sexy, crazy session began began.

The first man entered this sweet twat from behind while I purred like a kitten, his cock sliding into me with a practiced ease that made me gasp. I couldn’t hold it back. I was so wet—so wet—and he filled me completely, stretching me most deliciously. The second man stepped closer, his fingers still in my hair, and I opened her mouth instinctively. He guided himself in me, his cock brushing against my lips before pushing past them. I welcomed him eagerly, my tongue swirling around him as he began to thrust.

It was a rhythm, a dance, a symphony of flesh and desire while the mission for cum harvesting continued. The man behind me fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure through me. The one in my mouth moved faster, his hands tightening in my hair as he pushed deeper. I moaned around him, the vibrations earning a groan of approval.

Another pair of hands found my titties, squeezing and teasing my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. While whimpering, my body trembled under the onslaught of sensations. A third man stepped forward, his cock hard and ready, and I knew what was coming next. I turned my head slightly, breaking away from the man in my mouth just long enough to take the newcomer in. I sucked his delicious dick greedily, her tongue working him over as he groaned in pleasure.

In the midst of the cum harvesting was pure bliss

It was chaotic, but it was perfect. I was their plaything, their canvas, their slut. And I thrived in it. The men took turns with me, each one claiming a part of her body until she was lost in a sea of pleasure. Words weren’t needed, didn’t need anything but this—the feeling of their hands on my, their cocks in this tight hole, their cum waiting to be gathered.

Her body tightened as the first wave of this climax hit me, my pussy clamping down around the man behind. He groaned, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. The man slutting my mouth followed suit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge. I felt the first spurt of cum hit my tongue, warm and thick and perfect. I swallowed eagerly, my tongue lapping at him as he emptied himself..

The man behind wasn’t far behind, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. My body shuddered as I felt him fill her, his cum spilling into her in hot, sticky waves. Then I clenched around him for cum harvesting, milking every last drop from him as he groaned in satisfaction. It was so good I almost forgot of my lesbian three-way

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