The words send a shock through my body. My p***y clenches violently around the leader’s c**k.
"Oh f**k,” he groans. “She liked that. She liked hearing about being bred.”
He pounds me harder.
“That’s right, little b***h. That’s what animals do. They breed. They get filled with c*m. They make babies.” He slams deep, grinding. “That’s what’s happening to you right now. We’re breeding you. Pumping you full of c*m. Maybe one of us will take.”
I c*m.
Screaming around the c**k in my throat, p***y convulsing around the leader’s shaft, body shaking with the force of it. They don’t stop – keep f*****g me through it, extending the orgasm until I’m sobbing and drooling and barely conscious.
The second one cums first.
Pulls back just enough to paint my tongue, my lips, my face. Hot ropes of c*m
