Best phone sex for me always means more cock and more cum, the more the merrier, right?
Sometimes I crave the feeling of being filled from both ends. I’ll bend over a sturdy couch, presenting my fat ass and my dripping cunt to two eager cocks at once. One slides into my ass, the tight ring stretching deliciously as he pushes past the sphincter, his hips slamming into my cheeks with each thrust. The other finds my pussy, sinking deep into the wet, welcoming cavern, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he pounds. I moan, a guttural sound that echoes off the walls, feeling the dual pressure building, my inner walls clenching around both shafts, milking them for every drop.
When they’re both close, I whisper, “Fill me. Fill both holes. I want your cum dripping out of me.” They obey, their cocks swelling, throbbing, then erupting. Hot jets flood my rectum, spilling out around the invading shaft, mixing with the lube of my own arousal and leaking down my thighs in thick, sticky streams.
Simultaneously, my pussy is flooded, the walls clenching as the cum rushes in, pushing past my cervix, filling me to the brim until it overflows, dripping out of my swollen lips and running down the crack of my ass. I feel the heat of two loads merging inside me, a molten core that makes my whole body tremble. I grind my hips, riding the aftershocks, feeling the cum slosh around, coating every inch of my inner walls with a slick, warm glaze that I can’t get enough of.
After they pull out, I stay bent over, ass still in the air, and let the cum drip out slowly, watching it bead and roll down my legs. I reach back with both hands, scooping up the mess, bringing it to my mouth, and I suck it off my fingers, savoring the combination of my own juices and their hot seed. I lick my lips, then my nipples, then the insides of my thighs, making sure not a single drop is wasted.
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