A Futa Futcha

Tasha's eyes moistened as she strained against the pulsating meat that pressed tightly against the back of her creamed cunnie. It felt like a jet stream of jisum as it battered at the gates of her womb and filled her deeply, but the tightness of her slippery sleeve couldn't hope to contain such quantities of cum and before long huge trials of opaque goo laced that cock that was still hard and pounding between her legs, each thrust accompanied by a juicy and vivacious slurping as the bucket full of seed that she contained spilled liberally from between her thighs and splattered against the floor and feet of the elfin minx.

Slowly each one of them slowed their movements and looked down at the young woman so liberally painted with a canvas of cum, with strings of creamy pearls dripping from almost every open orifice. Marti glanced at her friend with a smile as she eased her still hard rod from Tasha's abused snatch, meanwhile Tasha glanced around at the collected cock endowed crew, noting that even after such a heavy unload, none had lost their vigor.

"Lets spin again." Justine grinned as her recently spent tool still twitched and throbbed, it showed no signs of relenting even after those laden balls of hers must have emptied half a gallon of sticky white seed down Tasha's throat.

"I want to break in that pretty pert ass of hers." she said with a chuckle as she stroked her meat.