I invited Jason and Mike over, two “straight” friends who had been obsessing over my body for weeks. I didn’t give them a chance to be shy. I stripped naked, letting my heavy tits bounce and my thick, leaking cock spring free. I watched their cocks strain violently against their trousers, their eyes locked on my shaft. I pushed Jason down onto the rug and climbed on his face, grinding my hole against his mouth while my cock hovered just inches from his nose.
While Jason was tasting my juices, Mike stepped up. He wasn’t interested in my hole; he wanted the real prize. He gripped my waist and guided my hard cock straight into his own tight ass. I gasped, my back arching as I slid deep into him, the heat of his hole clamping around my shaft. I was a bridge of pleasure, my hole being tongued by Jason and my dick being squeezed by Mike.
Mike started pumping his ass back onto my cock, hard and fast, his breath hot and ragged. Jason reached up, grabbing my cock at the base and helping Mike slide deeper. I was caught in a vice of masculine desperation. I screamed as my orgasm hit—a violent, shaking wave. I hammered into Mike one last time, dumping a thick, hot load of cum deep in his rectum. As I pulled out, Jason grabbed my cock and sucked the remaining drops of cum from the tip, both men panting and drenched, their “straight” facades completely destroyed





