I can still feel it. My insides are heavy, pulsing with the weight of three massive loads of BBC. I’m lying here on the hardwood, legs shaking and splayed wide, while the thick, creamy cum slowly oozes out of my gaping ass and drips onto the floor.
God, it was brutal. They didn’t even look at me like I was a person; to them, I was just a piece of meat, a biological dumpster designed to be filled and discarded. The way the first one slammed into me without a drop of lube—the feeling of my sphincter just ripping open to accommodate that monstrous girth—was absolute perfection. I screamed, but he just called me a “tranny whore” and hammered into me harder, treating my body like a punching bag.
Being used like this is the only time I feel right. There was no tenderness, no fake romance, just raw, unfiltered aggression. I loved every second of the verbal abuse, the way they sneered at my existence while they demolished my rear. By the time the third man finished blasting his seed deep into my gut, I was completely shattered, a leaking, sobbing mess of a slut.
Now, the silence of the room is deafening, but the feeling of being stretched to my absolute limit remains. I’m overflowing, my colon packed tight with their hot cum, and I don’t want to clean a single drop of it. I am exactly what they said I am: a pathetic, used-up creampie dumpster. And I can’t wait for the next time they decide to empty themselves inside me.
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