If Felt Like A Gangbang

The next thing I remember was waking up the next morning. His windows had thick curtains, but the sun was still shining out from the edges. My entire body hurt like I'd been hit by a freight train, especially my pussy. I slowly rolled onto my back and lifted the covers to see my battered kitten swollen and bruised.

Cameron was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear him moving around in the kitchen. I don't remember falling asleep or feeling Cameron's hot liquid white gold flooding my pussy, but I could clearly see dried cum on my thighs and some sticky goo on my wet pussy lips. All night, my pussy must've stayed wet, but how long had I slept.

I spent the next few minutes building the strength to get out of bed. I can't explain just how much my body ached. It felt like I'd been gangbanged by fifty men, and there were enough stains on the sheets to support that I had been fucked by that many men. I found it hard to believe that just one guy, a white guy no less, could make my pussy bust that hard that many times.

When I finally made my way into the kitchen, naked and my pussy dripping our love juices down the inside of my thighs, I saw Cameron cooking in nothing but his tight briefs. Seeing his massive sleeping bulge immediately reminded me that one white guy did turn me into his busted-pussy cum dumpster.

I stumbled over to him and gave him a passionate kiss, thanking him for opening my mind to new experiences. He responded by feeding me some freshly scrambled eggs he'd just cooked up before taking me the dining table and serving breakfast with coffee and orange juice.

"When breakfast is over, I want you to fuck me on this table!" I demanded.