Without hesitation, Tyler grabbed his dick and placed it at her opening. Wiggling in his arms, she closed her eyes as his fat dick penetrated her.
“Oh god,” Tyler moaned. It was perfect. His dick was thick, long, and full of veins.
“Warm ass pussy,” Logic groaned, sliding the tip of his dick in and out of her.
“More,” Tyler moaned. “Give me more,” she whined, bucking her hips into him.
Doing as he was told, Logic lowered her body on his dick until he was fully submerged inside of her. Leaning down, his lips connected with her pierced nipples. He sucked them, tugged on them, and lightly bit them.
“Uh huh,” Tyler coached as his dick thrust in and out of her.
“You still want more?” Logic taunted, inching deeper inside of her. Skillfully, he removed her legs from around his waist and pressed her knees into her chest.
“Wait,” Tyler moaned, feeling his dick creep into spaces it couldn’t fit. “L-Logic, let me down.”
“Nah, big baby. You wanted more, right?” He slowly stroked her, kissing the back of her calves. “Let me give you more.”
And he did. With her back pressed against the wall and her ass suspended in the air, Logic fucked Tylerslowly until her body started making sounds against her will. Her warm juices streamed down his legs as the sound of her pussy farting and their skin slapping together bounced off the empty walls.
“What’s my name?” Logic taunted her, on the brink of losing his shit.
“L-Logic,” she stuttered, feeling a fullness in her bladder that wasn’t there before. Her clitoris throbbed, and the more he stroked her, the more the tingling in her toes intensified.
“Nah,” Logic bit the back of her leg, gaining a moan. “The other one.”
“Ahhh,” Tyler cried, refusing to allow his old ass name to slip from her lips.
“Say it.” Logic stroked her harder. Longer. Deeper.
“Shit, shit, shit...Lionel,” she screamed. “OH MY GOD LIONEL,” Tyler exploded, releasing all her backed up frustrations onto his dick, his stomach, and his leg.
“Good girlll,” he whispered, talking her through the orgasm that shook her core and robbed her of any common sense she was born with. “I thought this pussy couldn’t cum,” Logic teased, slowly stroking her over-sensitive middle. “I thought you had orgasmphobia.”
“Loooo,” Tyler whined through closed eyes. If she thought she was high before they started fucking, she was definitely high now. Every sense in her body was heightened, her nipples were extremely sensitive, and her pussy was throbbing. Not only did Logic back up all the shit he talked, but he made her squirt and talked her through the best nut of her life. He didn’t have to worry about her running anymore. She was addicted. Hell, even with his dick still inside of her, she wanted to be closer.
“You gone let me love you?” Logic asked, parting her legs so he could see her tear-stained face. “Aww, why you crying, baby girl?” He kissed her lips. “This dick brings tears to your eyes?”
“Shut up,” Tyler groaned. “Put me down.”
“Nah.” Logic made his dick jump inside of her. “I asked you a question. Are you mine?” he asked, nastily kissing her.
“Uh huh,” she moaned in his mouth. Tyler didn’t know what kind of question that was. The way his dick torched her insides, and his words broke down her walls, there was no way she was going back.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Tyler cooed as he started stroking her again. “I’m yours, Lionel.”
“Say that shit again,” Logic grunted on the verge of losing his cool.
“I’m yours,” she cried out as his nut filled her pussy to the brim.
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On the other side of town, Sage was in rare form. Thanks to the weed and liquor he consumed, the teen was having an out-of-body experience, and he loved it. Standing in the middle of the floor, Sage tried to brace himself as the girl twerked on him. For extra support, Joey and Trent stood behind him, holding him up as he loosely swung his arms from side to side.
“Mmm, she talkin’ to me like she like me or somethin.’ Bae, bend that ass over like you hikin’ or somethin’,” Bossman Dlow rapped as the girl in front of Sage moved her booty like Jello.
Joey had no idea Sage could be this lit, but he was with the shits. The second they walked into the party, girls were all over them, and Sage was eating it up. He was collecting numbers like vintage stamps as girls made him promise to save them a dance. Joey and Trent had even got a few bites, and they had the bottles of 1942 to thank for that. The trio had girls doing body shots and driving the boat.
