My Private Locker Secret: The Cum-Drenched Birthday Orgy
Deep in my private locker, this secret festers. Tonight, I crack it open. My phone buzzes. Andrea’s voice pulls me from TV stupor. Juliette’s birthday. Her cum cravings? We match them. She pitches the plan: a fuck-fest flood. Guys dosed on doc’s pills for half-liter loads. Seven cocks for her, us three girls just stoking the fire. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. Remember Dylan? Sunday stroll. His street. Parents out. We strip silent in the hall. Naked, hand-in-hand, we burst in. He wakes to Andrea’s tongue down his throat. I yank his PJs, swallow his stiffening shaft. Towering now. We double-team it. She rides, I straddle his face. He multitasks poorly. Switch. I bounce, finger my clit furiously. I squeal, collapse. Andrea grinds wild. He flips her, pounds. She cums hard, rubbing herself. Pulls out, aims at me. Mouth wide, tongue out. First jets splatter chin, nose, cheek, forehead. Thick, sticky. I guide him in, swallow the rest grinning. Andrea licks my face clean, shows the load, gulps it. Dylan rages hard again. Hammers us both. Passes out rainbow-faced. We laugh. Panties soaked reliving it. Deal sealed. Half-hour later, at Andrea’s with Jennifer. Guest list: Bryan, James, Florian, Alan, Steve, Claudio, Kevin hosting at the dojo. Rules set. Pills popped. No wanks. Reserves build.
