Big D bent Sammie over and fucked her hard until he came deep inside her, leaving her pussy stretched and dripping. Justin dropped to his knees right after, spread her open, and licked every thick drop of cum out of her, tongue-fucking her clean until nothing was left but her wet, used hole.

One afternoon Josh Rivers, the well-known white bull, showed up at her door. Tall, confident, and already hard, he didn’t waste time with small talk. He pushed her against the wall, pulled her clothes aside, and buried himself inside her in one deep thrust.

Sammy gasped and clung to him as he fucked her hard and steady, claiming every inch. When he finally came, he filled her completely, leaving her trembling and marked.

Josh left shortly after, already planning his next visit.

Sammy just smiled, already wanting more.

Bri and Heath watch as Sammie straddled Jay Black on the edge of the hotel bed, her thighs clamped tight around his hips as she sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth, wet thrust. She was already dripping, her pussy gripping him like a fist while she rolled her hips and ground her clit against his pelvis. Jay’s hands locked on her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could watch every inch of himself disappear inside her; he thrust up hard, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he fucked her deeper, making her tits bounce and her breath come out in filthy moans.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and rode him harder, fucking herself on his cock until her orgasm hit like a wave—cunt clenching, juices running down his balls while she cursed and begged him not to stop. Jay flipped her onto her back without pulling out, shoved her knees to her chest, and pounded into her in long, ruthless strokes, balls slapping against her ass until he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum that leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through the last pulses.

Samantha Starr reclined on the leather chaise, one polished heel tapping the floor as she watched Sammie kneel. “Eyes down,” she murmured, voice soft but absolute. A single gloved finger lifted his chin just long enough for him to meet her gaze, then pressed him lower again. “Good boy. Now stay exactly where I put you.”

Sammie obeyed without a word, the quiet click of the collar lock sealing the evening’s arrangement. Samantha circled him once, the hem of her dress brushing his shoulder, and smiled the slow, satisfied smile of a woman who already owned every answer he would give.

Sammie always lit up the second Black Venom rolled into town—tall, dark, and dangerous in that tight black gear that hugged every hard line of his body. The moment the door shut behind them, Venom had Sammie pinned against the wall, gloved hands already sliding under his shirt, rough leather dragging over sensitive skin while he claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Sammie moaned into it, grinding against the thick bulge pressing into his thigh, already aching for what he knew was coming.

Clothes hit the floor fast. Venom shoved Sammie face-down on the bed, slicked fingers working him open with practiced urgency before he sank in deep, filling him in one long, punishing thrust. Every snap of his hips drove that thick cock harder, the wet slap of skin and Sammie’s broken cries filling the room as Venom fucked him relentlessly, one black-gloved hand fisted in his hair, the other stroking Sammie’s leaking cock in time until they both came hard—Sammie spilling across the sheets while Venom buried himself to the hilt and flooded him deep

Sammie was the last regular still upright at the sticky mahogany bar when the door opened at 2:17 a.m. and Poly Lama walked in—soft gray wool, black bow tie, silver pendant that simply read “poly.” The bartender set down a bowl of water and a shot of Fernet without comment. Sammie slid a stool over. They sat in the comfortable silence of people (and llamas) who had already survived three previous last-calls together while rain began to fall outside and the neon OPEN sign flickered like it was tired of its own job.

“How many hearts tonight?” Sammie asked. Poly considered, then rested his long neck gently against Sammie’s shoulder. “Four. One of them is sitting right here, pretending the night isn’t almost over.” Sammie laughed, soft and a little broken. They raised glass and bowl, clinked, and stayed exactly there a few minutes past closing—Sammie and the poly llama—holding the dark open just a little longer, knowing tomorrow they would leave with different stories and still find their way back when the hour got this late again.

The tag team tour is back at it again with Alphonsolayz, cum watch him, take advantage of us and fill our holes.

When my man has a bad day at work, there's only one way to satisfy him. Do you think I took good care of him???

Sammies needs to convince the teacher that she needs to pass the class.

She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and guiding the head against her wet entrance while her free hand strokes him in slow, teasing pumps—exactly the dual attention she craves. With a hungry moan she pulls him inside, hips lifting to take every inch as he begins to thrust. Her hand never stops moving, working the base of his shaft in tight, slick strokes while he fucks her deep. Spit and arousal mix on her skin as she works both holes of her pleasure at once, eyes locked on his, already fantasizing about a second cock joining them so she can suck and stroke while he fills her.

Sammies loves nothing more than two dicks at the same time—her favorite pastime is to suck and jack off at once. She drops to her knees with greedy eyes, taking one thick cock deep between her soft lips while her fist wraps tight around the second. She sucks hungrily, tongue swirling and spit dripping down her chin as her hand pumps the other shaft hard and fast in perfect rhythm. Moaning around the cock in her mouth, she works both at the same time exactly the way she craves it, until they’re throbbing and desperate for more.

Mr. Armstrong get to take a ride to Sammiesworls.