Don't Leave Me Hanging

More buddies? Bring 'em on, I thought.

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Much later that night I wearily drove down the dark and winding road to home and reality. My clothes were shredded and reeked of sweat and sex.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and drenched with cum that soaked the seat of the car. My breasts were a mass of red bite and suck marks and slowly fading fingerprints. They had all taken turns giving my heaving tits one last squeeze or a hard suck after fixing my car for me.

My body and soul felt as if they had been run over by a steamroller; flattened, shattered, compressed.

I had been fucked by a total of seven men, most of them more than once. I had cum more times than I could count. Then, after they had finally cut me down from the tree and before driving me back to my car, all seven demanded I get down on my knees to perform even more personal services.

I touched my mouth and licked my lips to recapture the taste of cum that had dried there.

The dark road stretched out ahead of me, full of the night and endless possibilities.

My body shuddered with remembered pleasure. I slowly smiled.

I would have to break down more often!