Full Of Cocks

I couldn't believe how fucking chaotic moving day was turning out to be. Those two movers were dragging their asses, knocking shit over left and right, leaving my new place a total mess. All I craved was a few minutes alone to run my hands over my tight little body, teasing my perky tits and slick pussy just how I like it. But then one of those idiots fumbled a box, and it burst open right in front of them—my entire collection of fat dildos tumbling out across the floor in a glorious pile of silicone cocks. Any shy bitch might've turned red and stammered excuses, but not me. That sight lit a filthy fire between my legs. Suddenly, these two strong, ripped hunks weren't just hauling my crap—they were the perfect stand-ins for my toys... and that pathetic boyfriend who could never stuff me full enough to quench my endless hunger for cock. Grinning like a slut in heat, I grabbed them both by their shirts, yanked them in close, and crushed my lips against theirs in a sloppy, tongue-twisting kiss. My hands dove straight for their crotches, groping those thickening bulges, feeling their meaty shafts swell and throb under my fingers as I stroked them hard.