Erotic Story: The Night of the Luxury Mare Copyright: Mgleandro The chic party contrasted with the filth that still marked her body. With each step, she exuded a mixture of perfume and rough sex, as if her entire body carried the recent memory of having been used to the point of exhaustion. The men took turns fucking her like starving animals. Each cock had a different grip, size, and thickness. With each new thrust, louder moans, jets of sperm filling her pussy, ass, and mouth. Her body glistened, dripping, overflowing with pleasure. On all fours on a bench, ass cocked, she was taken to the limit. The cock buried in her ass entered a frenetic, brutal rhythm, releasing liters. There was no room for delicacy: only the eagerness to empty itself inside her, like a horse grafting its mare. The orgasm came heavy, hot, without stopping, leaving her open, marked, dripping inside and out. In the end, there was no bath. They dressed her like that, with dried cum on the corners of her mouth, in her stiff hair, on her sticky thighs. They took her straight to a luxury restaurant, displayed like a trophy. Sitting at the table, she smiled. An exhausted smile, but full of pleasure. The cum stains still clinging to her skin were more eloquent than any jewelry. And between words, she quietly confessed that she still felt cum dripping from her pussy and ass. Sometimes, her throat brought back sperm, which she swallowed again without hesitation, dirty and happy. The scene was hypnotic: a luxury whore, marked, fucked, satisfied. A masterpiece of debauchery. The elegant restaurant followed its rhythm, waiters circulating between tables, glasses clinking. And there she was, sitting as if she were just another guest. But her body told a different story: dried cum marks on her face, the strong smell of sex mixed with perfume, her soaked panties stuck between her legs. While she smiled, some glances around couldn't hide their discomfort or curiosity. The contrast between the sophistication of the place and the explicit filth she carried was disturbing and irresistible. One of the men who had taken her earlier couldn't resist. He leaned on the table, speaking softly and firmly: "Let's get out of here. I'm not finished with you yet." She just laughed, licking her lips, the taste still present. She stood up slowly, her leather dress hugging her curves, and headed outside. In the car, the silence was short-lived. The backseat became the stage for another spectacle. Her panties were pulled aside, and his hard cock penetrated her pussy, still dripping from the previous fuck. The wet sound took over, each thrust echoing in the small space as she moaned uncontrollably. He held her by the hair, forcing her to look into his eyes through the reflection in the glass. "Bitch... still dripping with cum and wanting more. You were born for this." She could only smile between moans, her legs trembling, her body begging for more. She was fucked right there, the car rocking in the restaurant parking lot, until more cum leaked out of her, mixing with what was already overflowing. When he was done, he simply left her there, breathing heavily, her legs spread, cum dripping between her thighs. And even destroyed, exhausted, she still smiled. Because nothing turned her on more than being used until nothing was left, and still wanting more. The car still rocked slightly, redolent with the smell of cum. She breathed deeply, legs spread, her dress wrinkled, cum dripping freely down her thighs. She thought she would have a few minutes to catch her breath... but she was wrong. The back door suddenly opened. Two more men entered, without asking a question. They looked at her, dirty and open, and smiled like predators before defenseless prey. "There's still room in there," one of them said, already unzipping her. Without ceremony, they lifted her by her hair and placed her face down on the seat. One positioned himself behind her, mercilessly burying himself in her already ravaged pussy. The other came from the front, holding her head and pounding deep into her throat. The car rocked again, this time even harder. She could barely breathe, choking and being fucked from all sides, but her body responded with muffled moans and convulsions of pleasure. Old orgasms flowed mixed with new, transforming her into a river of cum and sweat. Halfway through the scene, the car door opened again. The first man, the one who had taken her from the restaurant, returned accompanied by two others. The space became cramped, the car transformed into a den of lust. One held her arms, another squeezed her breasts, and she was passed from one cock to the other, fucked without pause. With each thrust, she felt herself being torn apart, reduced to pure instinct. The pleasure bordered on pain, and the pain turned into ecstasy. #EroticStory
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