Watch every single one of us mark you.”They started cumming in disciplined waves.First five unloaded together—thick ropes blasting across his face like gunfire.One heavy jet landed square on his forehead and ran down the center of his face in a slow, warm river, splitting over the bridge of his nose.
Two more painted his closed eyelids white—gluing them shut under sticky layers.
Another splashed directly onto his tongue—salty, viscous, forcing him to swallow fast or gag.
The fifth arced high and landed in his hair, matting blond strands into dark, cum-soaked clumps.Before the first wave even finished dripping, the next five erupted.Ropes across both cheeks like obscene blush. Cum bubbling out his nostrils when he tried to inhale. Someone aimed low—flooding his open mouth until it overflowed in thick streams down his chin, pooling between his knees.“Swallow what lands in your mouth, bitch. Every fucking drop.”Liam gulped frantically—throat working visibly through the mess, audible swallows cutting through the grunts and slapping sounds.They kept going—wave after merciless wave.Some jerked off inches away—aiming straight down his throat, filling it until cum backed up and bubbled out his nose in frothy bursts.
Others stood farther back—arcing long, ropy strands that landed in his hair, across his ears, down the sides of his neck.
A few targeted his lips—painting them glossy white, forcing them apart with the sheer volume so more could pour inside.By load twenty his face was completely obscured—eyes sealed shut, lashes clumped, cheeks and forehead a dripping canvas of overlapping white streaks. Cum dripped from his chin in long, unbroken ropes that swung with every shudder of his body. It ran down his throat in steady trickles, soaked his chest, clung to his nipples in heavy beads, puddled on the mat beneath him.Twenty-five… twenty-eight… thirty.Joey stepped up last—stroking his massive twelve-incher with slow, deliberate pulls.He gripped Liam’s jaw, forced the wrecked mouth open one final time, and unloaded straight down the throat—pulse after thick pulse—while the room chanted:“Swallow… swallow… swallow…”Liam did—throat convulsing, gulping down every rope until Joey finally pulled free and delivered one last heavy slap of his softening cock across the cum-drenched face.Joey crouched, scooped a thick glob from Liam’s cheek with two fingers, and pushed them deep into the ruined mouth.“Clean every bit.”Liam sucked weakly—tongue dragging over the fingers, tasting the mingled essence of thirty men.Joey leaned in, voice low and final.“Next weekend it’s sixty. Full day. Full night. Every hole. Every load filmed. You’ll be the most broken white slut on the internet.”Liam’s body shook—still hard, still leaking, face a dripping, unrecognizable mask.His whisper was immediate, wrecked, eager.“Yes… all of it… please |
