In the midst of this oral frenzy, the door burst open—Abhishek, eyes wide with a mix of fury and lust, camera in hand. “What the fuck, Sana?” he shouted, tears already falling. I pulled off the cocks, cum and saliva stringing from my lips, shock freezing me. “Abhishek! I… I can explain—it’s just a fantasy, please,” I stammered, crawling toward him, my tits bouncing, pussy exposed. But he slapped me—hard, the sting shocking yet arousing, my cheek burning. “Slut! You lying whore—let me make you a proper slut,” he snarled, tears streaming, his cock visibly hard in his pants. He grabbed a camera, hitting record, the red light blinking as the Africans laughed, resuming their assault.
The brutality escalated into the wildest, longest fuck of my life, a porn masterpiece of degradation that pushed every limit, detail upon filthy detail. They grabbed my head, Jamal and Kwame double-teaming my mouth, their cocks sliding in together, stretching my lips impossibly wide, bulging my cheeks as they thrust in unison, gagging me until vomit threatened, saliva pouring like a waterfall down my chin, pooling on my tits. “Gag on these black cocks, cuck’s wife,” Jamal roared, pulling out to slap my face with his wet shaft, leaving red marks, then shoving back in, fucking my throat like a pussy, his balls tightening. I choked, eyes watering, but the humiliation ignited me, my pussy clenching, juices trickling down my thighs. Abhishek circled with the camera, zooming in on my stretched mouth, tears mixing with saliva, his voice breaking, “Look at her, the slut wife—swallowing black dick while her husband watches.” His free hand unzipped, stroking his cock, tears falling as he jerked, unable to stop.
They lifted me, throwing me onto the bed like a ragdoll, spreading my legs wide. Malik dove into my pussy, his tongue lashing my clit savagely, sucking hard while his fingers—three, then four—plunged deep, curling to hammer my G-spot, stretching me brutally. “Taste that married cunt,” Obi growled, joining him, his tongue rimming my ass, probing deep as they ate me out in tandem, their beards scraping my sensitive skin, bites on my inner thighs adding to the marks. I screamed, my first orgasm exploding, squirting across their faces, juices spraying like a fountain as my body convulsed, pussy spasming. “Flood us, whore,” they laughed, not stopping—vibrators appeared, one buzzing on my clit, another shoved into my ass, the dual vibrations sending shockwaves, another orgasm chaining immediately, my screams hoarse, body arching off the bed.
Jamal positioned behind me, slamming into my pussy doggy-style, his 13-inch monster splitting me open, the stretch burning like fire, his girth filling every inch, balls slapping my clit with each savage thrust. “Take this black bull cock, slut,” he bellowed, pounding relentlessly, his hips a blur, my pussy walls gripping him like a vice. Kwame took my ass, lubing with my squirt before ramming in, the double penetration immediate and merciless—two massive cocks pistoning in and out, alternating rhythms that made my holes burn, the friction building unbearable pleasure. “DP that white ass and pussy,” Kwame grunted, slapping my cheeks red, the sting amplifying my ecstasy. I howled, orgasms hitting in rapid fire, my body shaking, squirting around Jamal’s cock as they stretched me beyond limits, my ass and pussy gaping when they pulled out briefly to switch.