Chapter 965: Samantha’s Porn Video
Samantha gulped—loud enough for everyone to hear. Her hands trembled as she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress between my spread legs.
She hesitated—eyes flicking nervously to Julie (who was now recording steadily, hips rocking in slow circles over my mouth), to Gabriela (smiling warmly from the side), to Sarah (watching with predatory glee), to Marina (calmly observing, tablet set aside), to Lorena (giggling softly behind her hand).
I lifted my hips slightly—enough to make my cock strain against the front of my pants.
"Go on," I murmured against Julie’s panties—voice muffled but clear. "Julie... start recording."
Julie tapped the screen—red dot blinking to life.
"Rolling," she whispered, grinding down harder so my tongue pressed against the soaked lace covering her clit. "Show him, little sister. Show Nico what a full mouth really looks like."
Samantha’s fingers shook as she reached for my waistband—unbuttoning, unzipping, tugging my pants down just enough. My cock sprang free—thick, veiny, already leaking—slapping her cheek with a heavy thwack.
A red mark blood instantly across her pale skin.
"Aaaha...!" Samantha gasped—half pain, half shock—eyes fluttering as the hot, musky scent of
filled her nose.
Julie, Gabriela, Sarah, Marina, and Lorena all let out soft, delighted chuckles—watching the fat cock leave its imprint on the shy maid’s face.
"Fuck... that was beautiful," Sarah breathed. "Do it again. Let it mark her."
Samantha whimpered—lips parting instinctively—then leaned forward. Her small hands wrapped around the base—barely able to circle the girth—and she guided the swollen head to her mouth.
The cara caught everything: the way her lips stretched wide around the head, the soft pop as she took it inside, the way her cheeks hollowed on the first slow suck. Precum sared across her tongue; she moaned around it—vibrations traveling straight up my cock.
Julie rocked harder against my face—moaning low as my tongue pushed the soaked lace aside and plunged into her dripping cunt.
"Mmm... look at her go," Julie purred into the phone. "Samantha’s mouth... so full already... stretching around your cock, Jack... bet Nico never got this deep. Bet he never made her gag like this..."
Samantha did gag—softly—when I thrust up gently, pushing another inch past her lips. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks harder, sucking with desperate devotion, tongue swirling around the underside while her hands stroked what wouldn’t fit.
Gabriela leaned in—stroking Samantha’s hair gently.
"Good girl... take him deeper... show that ex what he lost... let Jack fuck your throat while Julie rides his face... mmm... you’re so pretty like this... choking on cock for your new family..."
Sarah stepped closer—reaching down to pinch one of Samantha’s nipples through her blouse.
"Deeper, little Samantha," she whispered. "Make him cum down your throat. Film it all for Nico... let him see what a perfect cocksleeve you’ve beco."
Samantha moaned around my cock—vibrations making my hips buck—tears streaming now, but her hips rocked back against nothing, pussy dripping through her panties onto the sheets.
Julie grinded down harder—saring her wetness across my tongue and chin—moaning into the phone.
"That’s it... suck him... gag on him... show the world why you belong to Jack now... mmm... my pussy’s dripping on his face while you choke on his cock... perfect little sisters... perfect little sluts..."
The cara kept rolling.
Samantha’s throat worked frantically—bulging obscenely with every desperate bob of her head, the thick outline of my cock clearly visible sliding down her slender neck like a living bulge.
She forced herself deeper, gagging wetly around my girth, her lips stretched paper-thin around the veiny cock as saliva poured from the corners of her mouth in thick, ssy strings that dripped onto my balls and soaked the sheets below.
"Fuck... that’s it, you little cocksleeve," I groaned loudly, hips bucking up instinctively.
"Choke on my fat cock... take every fucking inch down that greedy throat... look at you—tears streaming, mascara running, drooling like a cheap whore... your mouth feels so fucking hot and tight... like a wet velvet glove squeezing my dick... goddamn, Samantha... you’re sucking
so good I can feel your throat milking the head..."
She only used her mouth now—no hands—just pure, sloppy deepthroating, forcing her face down until her nose smashed against my pubic bone and her chin pressed against my heavy balls.
Her throat convulsed violently around —tight, rippling spasms that massaged every inch of my cock as she gagged and retched, teary eyes dripping hot tears down her flushed cheeks.
I groaned again—deeper, filthier—my voice rough with raw pleasure.
"Shit... your throat’s convulsing so hard... it’s like your esophagus is trying to swallow my cock whole... fuck, I can feel the head popping into your stomach... you’re such a nasty little cumdump... gagging and crying but still pushing deeper... keep going—choke yourself on —make those pretty eyes water more..."
Samantha pulled back suddenly—coughing violently, thick ropes of spit and precum connecting her swollen, ruined lips to my glistening cockhead in long, sloppy strands. She hacked twice, gasping for air, chest heaving as strings of drool hung from her chin and dripped onto her new blouse.
Marina leaned in from the side, smirking cruelly as she watched the wrecked maid struggle for breath.
"What happened, little maid?" she teased, voice dripping with mockery. "Can’t handle Master’s cock? Get used to it... your throat’s going to be ruined every single day from now on."
Samantha wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand—still coughing softly—then stared at my throbbing, spit-shiny length with wide, lust-drunk eyes.
"It’s... it’s gotten even bigger..." she rasped, voice hoarse and broken from the brutal throat-fucking. "So fucking thick... stretching my jaw... my throat feels raw... like it’s been fucked by a baseball bat... but... but I love it... love choking on it... love how it makes
gag and drool like a pathetic slut..."
She turned her tear-streaked face toward the phone cara Julie was holding steady—recording every filthy second. Samantha’s expression twisted into sothing defiant and mocking, mascara running in black rivers down her cheeks.
"Nico..." she spat into the lens, voice raw but dripping with cruel satisfaction.
"Just forget it. You can never compare to this. Your tiny little pee-pee... It’s fucking nothing. Look at this cock—look how it stretches my mouth, how it chokes , how it owns my throat."
"You could never make
cry like this... never make
gag and drool like a brainless whore... never make
beg for more..."
She wrapped both small hands around my massive cock—barely able to encircle the girth—and shook it deliberately, slapping the heavy, leaking head against her outstretched tongue with loud, wet thwack-thwack-thwack sounds.
"See this, you pathetic loser?" she taunted the cara. "This is what a real man’s cock looks like. Thick. Veiny. Throbbing. Making
gag... making
cry... making
his perfect little throat-fuck toy. You? You’re nothing. Just a sad mory with a baby dick. Goodbye, Nico."
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