He f***s me two more times in the next fifteen minutes.
The third round, he flips me onto my stomach and takes me from behind – fast, energetic strokes that make my ass ripple. I c*m once, twice, my p***y clenching around his tireless c**k.
The fourth round, he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and pounds me deep. His loads are smaller now – his balls starting to drain – but he’s still trying, still pumping, still depositing every drop he can produce.
"That’s all I’ve got,” he finally admits after his fourth orgasm, pulling out on shaky legs. ”For now."
He’s already half-hard again as he steps aside.
Four loads from him alone. Added to the three before.
Seven down.
Two men to go.
The fifth man doesn’t speak English.
Dmitri. Russian. Built like a tank, with slabs of muscle across
