"'You're too horny for a job like this. Why are you applying?' It was strange having a serious conversation with a man who was deep in her pussy for the sole purpose of ascertaining if she was suitable for a job, but powerless underneath him, it wasn't like she really had any say in the matter."
"Never ending. The orgasm that claimed her seemed to never stop. Powerful, violent spasms ripped through her body, jerking through her muscles and tightening tender tissue on the impalements tormenting her. Their cries joined hers, and seconds later their thrusts were harder, deeper, the lava-hot spurts of their semen filling her and sparking a second, harder orgasm inside her as two male voices grated their devotion in each ear."
"Chef's - no, Ethan's - cum was on the bitter side, a little astringent. He didn't smoke but he did go through a lot of coffee and a lot of drinking. There were notes of garlic to it, as well as that thick, oyster-like flavor that underlined just about every man's cum. Like a spoonful of extra-thick Boston clam chowder."
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