Gangbang Whore story

 

I’m a goddamn whore, and damn proud of it too. So, when I heard about this secret sex club, I knew I had to hit it up. And hit it up I did.

Let me paint you a fuckin’ picture: A grimy warehouse, lit up like a fucking disco ball, and dudes—oh, so many dudes, all horned up and ready to rumble. And me? Their little slut, ready for some rough fun.As soon as I stepped in, heels clicking on the fucking concrete like some whorey symphony, the place lost it. These motherfuckers were hungrier than a starving dog, and I was their choice cut of meat.No fucking around, they said, and who was I to argue? They torn at my clothes like wild animals, ripping my dress to shreds. Loved every second of it.

Toss me onto the mat like a fucking ragdoll, they did. Dudes gathered around, eyes bulging out their fucking heads, drool dripping. I was their goddamn queen, their sacrifice, and they knew it.Cocks in my face, what a fucking rush. I gobbled them up like a teen in a car on prom night. Choked on their pungent stink, enjoyed the bitter taste. Made me want more.

The real action? Oh, baby, you ain’t ready. Dicks took turns drilling my soaked cunt, each thrust a hammer to my brain. Came so fucking hard, my vision blurred. But I was greedy, I wanted it all.Guy after guy, a never-ending fuck fest. Each new dick a promise of sheer ecstasy. My pussy was on fire, but the filthier it got, the more I craved.I took their abuse, and I loved it. As each motherfucker pounded me, I felt like a fucking warrior. A notch on my belt for every new dick—who gives a fuck?When the last dude finally left me dripping, I felt like a champion. A warm, gooey sensation of satisfaction between my legs.

Another successful gangbang, a blur of depravity. That’s what I live for, baby. You might say I’m a fucking mess, but hey, at least I’m having fun.

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