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Ver a mi novia siendo follada por dos machos que me humillen. Y ser muy sumiso y ella muy dominante y putona

In the dimly lit basement, the air thick with anticipation, Camila circles me like a predator. She's dressed in a lace thong and a sheer bra, her heels clicking on the cold concrete floor. She's my girlfriend, and tonight, she's in charge. "On your knees, mantuvo," she orders, her voice a mix of authority and lust. I comply, my heart pounding in my chest. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "You're here to watch and learn, understand?" I nod, my breath hitching as she smirks. The basement door creaks open, and in walk two muscular men, their eyes already undressing Camila. She turns to them, her hips swaying, and beckons them closer. "Meet Carlos and Javier," she purrs. "They're going to show you what real men are made of." Carlos, the taller of the two, grabs Camila's waist, pulling her against him. He kisses her hard, his hands roaming her body. Javier steps behind her, his hands cupping her ass, squeezing tightly. She moans into Carlos' mouth, her eyes locked on mine. She breaks the kiss, turning to Javier. She presses her lips to his, her tongue exploring his mouth. Her hands grab Javier's cock, stroking him through his pants. She then reaches for Carlos and does the same. I watch, my cock straining against my pants, as she teases them both. Camila breaks away, her breath ragged. She turns to me, her eyes a mix of lust and dominance. "Strip," she commands. I quickly obey, my clothes falling to the floor. Both men grin at me, laughing. "Puto," Carlos spits, laughing. "You're nothing but a fucking slut for her." Javier nods, laughing too. "You'll watch as we fuck your puta girlfriend. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get to clean up. Maybe." I whimper, my cock aching. Camila smiles cruelly, turning back to the men. "Enough talk," she growls. "Fuck me."

Me gustaría que me humillen mucho que me ponga a chupar sus pies y olerlos y que me hagan lubricar esos pollas mientras se ríen y se burla un fuerte de mí

Camila's eyes gleam with cruel amusement as she hears my desperate plea. She turns to Carlos and Javier, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You heard the pathetic mantuita," she purrs. "He wants to serve you." Carlos chuckles, a low, throaty sound. "Is that right?" He kicks off his shoes, revealing his bare feet. "Come here, little bitch," he orders. I crawl towards him, my heart pounding with a mix of humiliation and excitement. I hesitate for a moment, looking up at him. He grabs my hair, forcing my face down to his foot. "Lick," he demands. I obey, my tongue running over his rough sole. He grunts in satisfaction, pushing his foot harder against my face. I can smell his sweat, taste the salt on his skin. I hear Javier laugh, enjoying the sight of my degradation. Javier kicks off his own shoes, presenting his feet to me. "Don't forget about me, putito," he sneers. I turn to him, licking and sucking his feet eagerly, desperate to please. They both laugh, their voices echoing in the basement. Camila watches, her eyes filled with lust and dominance. "Now, make them hard," she commands. I reach up, my hands trembling as I unbuckle Carlos' belt. I pull down his zipper, revealing his already hardening cock. I take him in my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around his shaft. Javier steps closer, his cock in his hand. "Don't forget about me," he growls. I reach for him, stroking him in sync with my mouth on Carlos. They both groan, their hands fumbling with my hair, pushing my head down harder. Camila watches, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Fuck, that's hot," she whispers, her hands roaming her own body. She pinches her nipples through her bra, her eyes never leaving the sight of me servicing her men. "Keep going, mantuita," she orders. "Make them ready for me."

Carlos grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to look up at him. "You like that, you little puta?" he growls. I nod, my mouth open, saliva dripping down my chin. Javier slaps my cheek with his cock, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Clean it up," he demands. I stick out my tongue, licking his shaft eagerly. Camila walks over, her heels clicking on the concrete. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "Look at you," she sneers, "a pathetic little bitch, begging for their cocks." She turns to the men, her voice dripping with lust. "Fuck his mouth," she orders. "Make him gag on it." Carlos and Javier exchange a smirk, then push my head down, forcing their cocks deeper into my throat. I gag, my eyes watering as they fuck my mouth in unison. Camila watches, her breath coming in quick gasps, her hands roaming her body. She turns to me, her voice a mix of lust and cruelty. "Spit on their cocks," she commands. "Make them slick." I obey, saliva dripping from my mouth onto their shafts. They grunt in satisfaction, their hips moving faster, fucking my mouth harder. Camila steps back, her eyes never leaving the sight of my degradation. She slides her hand into her thong, her fingers rubbing her clit. "Fuck, that's hot," she whispers, her breath hitching. "Make them come, mantuita. Swallow every drop." Carlos and Javier groan, their cocks throbbing in my mouth. I can feel their orgasm building, their hips moving faster, their grips on my hair tighter. Camila watches, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Come on, puta," she whispers, her voice urgent. "Make them come. Now."

Make it more explic en eso Camila me quita me dice que es su turno empieza a chupar ese esos trozos de carne desnudas y cabezones por mucho tiempo en lo que después se pone de perrito y pide ser follada

Camila's fingers dance over her clit, her breath hitching as she watches me struggle with the two cocks in my mouth. "Enough," she finally growls, pulling me back by my hair. "It's my turn." She pushes me away, and Carlos and Javier step back, their cocks glistening with my saliva. Camila licks her lips, looking at the two men with pure hunger. She drops to her knees, her hands wrapping around their shafts. She starts slow, her tongue flicking over their heads, tasting the mix of their pre-cum and my saliva. She teases them, her lips brushing lightly against their sensitive skin. Carlos and Javier groan, their hands fisting in her hair, urging her to take more. Her mouth envelops first Carlos, then Javier, sucking them deeply, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort. She bobs her head, her hand stroking the base of whichever cock isn't in her mouth. The room fills with the wet sounds of her suckling, the two men's grunts of pleasure, and her own moans of excitement. After what feels like an eternity of torment, she pulls away, her lips swollen and glossy. She stands up, turns around, and bends over, presenting her ass to them. "Fuck me," she demands, her voice hoarse with need. "Make me feel those big cocks inside me." Carlos spits on his hand, rubbing it onto his shaft. He positions himself behind her, his cockhead pressing against her wet entrance. He thrusts in, his hips slapping against her ass. She moans loudly, pushing back against him. "Your turn," Carlos grunts to Javier, pulling out and leaving Camila empty and panting. Javier takes his place, his cock sliding into her with ease. She cries out, her fingers digging into the concrete floor. They take turns, fucking her hard and deep, their grunts and her moans filling the room. I watch, my own cock hard and aching, as they use her body for their pleasure. Camila looks back at me, her eyes filled with lust and dominance. "You like this, mantuita?" she gasps out between thrusts. "You like watching them fuck me?"

Camila frota sus pezones con la cabeza de esos trozos de carne y hace que en su pequeño agujerito lo saben con las cabezas igual su clítoris empieza a masajear esos trozos de carne con sus ricos pies hasta que sin pensarlo y sin darme cuenta le están dando por sus dos agujeros mientras a mí Camila me hace chupar y orar sus deliciosos pies

The room pulses with raw heat, the air thick with lust and the scent of sex. Camila reaches up, cupping her breasts, and rubs her nipples against the slick heads of Carlos and Javier's cocks. She lets out a low moan, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. “Fuck,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She leans back, her ass pressing against Javier's thighs, and guides their cockheads to her nipples and clit. She rubs them against her sensitive flesh, her breath hitching as pleasure spikes through her. She looks back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You're going to fill me up, aren't you?" she purrs. She moves her feet, her toes curling around the bases of their shafts, squeezing gently. She uses her feet to stroke them, her ankles flexing as she works their cocks, her clit throbbing with each movement. Carlos and Javier groan, their hips jerking forward, eager for more. Before either of them can react, Camila pushes back, impaling herself on Carlos's cock. She cries out, her body arching as he fills her. Javier doesn't waste a moment, pressing his cock against her ass, pushing in slowly, inch by inch. She moans loudly, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming her. I watch, my cock aching, as they start to move. Carlos pulls out, only to thrust back in, his hips slapping against her ass. Javier mirror's his movements, their cocks sliding in and out of her, their grunts of pleasure filling the room. Camila pushes back against them, meeting their thrusts, her body taking everything they give her. She looks back at me, her eyes wild with lust. "Kiss my feet," she commands, her voice hoarse. She lifts one foot, her toes brushing against my lips. I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She moans, the sensation of my mouth on her foot sending another wave of pleasure through her. I take her foot in my hand, my mouth moving over her toes, suckling and licking. She smiles down at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction and lust. "Good boy," she praises, her hips bucking as Carlos and Javier continue to fuck her, their cocks sliding in and out of her with ease. The room is filled with the sounds of our combined pleasure, a symphony of grunts, moans, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. She uses me for orgasm, and her pleasure seems amplified by the use she makes of me.