Husband's Six-On-One Reverse Gang Bang

Anikka waits, a sleek shadow against the low lights, hips cocked just so. She’s not wearing much, but she wears it like a threat. The other girls crowd close—petite things with bright eyes and dirty mouths, curves and angles all overlapping. They greet Mick on cue, voices sultry, fingers already crawling over his body. He doesn’t get to breathe. Mouths take turns on his cock, warm, wet, desperate to outdo the last. Every girl slides a tongue lower, down to that tight knot of muscle between his legs, licking, pushing, opening. Mick grips someone’s hair, swears under his breath. They don’t let him recover. A second throat swallows him, a third laps at his balls, saliva running in streams down his shaft. He moves like a piston through them, relentless. Each ass spread, each tight ring of muscle giving way to the blunt, steady thrust of him. He buries himself to the root, pulls out filthy, stuffs his cock into the next hungry mouth on the same motion. Girls choke, spit, beg for more. A foot arches prettily by his face; he sucks the toes like they owe him something. Another girl falls apart with a scream that turns ragged as her orgasm slams through her, pulsing around his cock. Cum splatters everywhere when he finally breaks. A final brutal thrust, a groan dragged from his chest, and he paints their faces in thick, hot stripes, all of them licking it up like it’s the last taste they’ll get.