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Krista's eyes rolled back as gravity and tugging off her tits dragged her down completely onto his pole, feeling as full as she had ever been with her cum filled pussy now clearly on display with her legs spread eagled out. Feeling him as deep he could get, she would have sworn the crushing fullness in one had whole had to me pushing the cum out of the over, making everything a sticky yet slippery mess. She had little for that, however, as he bucked and yanked her back up and fresh swears and curses escaped her fading lungs again and again, in exclamation and condemnation of the act.
Vision greying and head lolling, she eyed the passed out red head propped up on the lounge chair, appreciating fully now what the girl must have gone through before they turned up. Unable to be much more than rag dolling cock sleave, her body ran on full autopilot, mind retreating with each compacting thrust that pushed the previous load of cum and lube deeper and deeper and added it's own pre slickness. Without the stimulation of her clit she was forced to run on the painful filling and twist it to its own pleasure, like the pain in the match, her body and mind rewired more and more.
Exhausted beyond measure, she was barely hanging on when she felt the last man finally erupt deep within her bowels. Completely limp and unable to support herself anymore, she felt him stumbled over to the lounge chair with the red head and deposit her atop the other woman, letting her fall and plop off his thick member.