The Hundred Husbands of Sand Saref 4 (Patreon)

Luis took a moment to toy with Sand’s nipples, pinching them until Sand yelped with as much ecstasy as pain. Then he slowly lowered himself to her.

His chest flattened her breasts down to the muscle. Sand felt the tin badge of his uniform scrape against her sensitive flesh, but it was nothing next to how his long, hard prick shafted all the way into her cunt.

“Gghhh!” Sand gasped, all of her reactions going to the penetration she was taking, her sex sucking greedily at Luis’s hardened length.” UNHH, yes!” Furiously she bucked her hips, encouraging him with her motion to join in the frenzy. “Fuck me!” she gurgled. “Oh, yes… your big dick… let me have it! Skewer all of me with that fat cock!”

Luis’s hips pumped up and down, in and out between Sand’s open thighs. He forced his prick as deep as it would go into the buttery wetness of her sex. Soon he was fucking her with a hard, rampaging rhythm.

The van shook obscenely with the intensity of the secondhand pounding it was getting, Sand’s back hammering against the floor of the van with the force of Luis’s thrusts. Even her voluptuous body was not enough to absorb all the power of his rutting.

“Harder!” Sand panted, her burning nearness to orgasm bringing her momentarily close to thought.

She whipped her legs up and wrapped them around Luis’s midsection. Her arms went around his shoulders. Grunting and crying out, she held herself close to Luis, stuffing herself with his prick. He had to tear away from her before he could hump into her pussy, breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. But Sand didn’t care. She couldn’t resist having his cock inside her, even if it threw off his strokes.

“That’s so good! Unh! Unn! Fuck me! Yes! Oohh!”

She’d already accepted plenty of cum, salving her cunt after all the friction it’d endured. Now her flowing juices mixed with the remains of that lubrication to make her wet as a swamp, her walls slurping while Luis’s pistoning manhood sucked its way in and out of her sex. Her labia lips clasped around his pounding thrusts, soliciting even harder ramming from his impassioned body.

Luis dropped his face to her bouncing breasts. He bit down on one nipple and sucked on the captive flesh, pulling at the fat little bud and gnawing on it at the same time. His fingers dug into Sand’s buttocks and held her up off the floor of the van, pulling her into his rampant erection as hard as she was dragging it into herself.

“I’m coming!” Sand cried, body reverberating with the spasms thundering in her pussy, making her inner folds contract beseechingly around Luis’s endlessly thrusting prick. “Harder! Fuck me, fuck me, unhh! Show me how hard you can fuck! I wanna know everything you can do to a cunt!”

“HNNN!” Luis grunted. “Oh shit, here it is! I’m giving it to you! Ahhh!”

He pumped his rigid erection through the convulsing grip of her womanhood, though it panged with hurting tightness. He winced while his cock swelled, filling with boiling semen, feeling simply too big for the pressurized sheath all around it. But Sand registered no pain from having too much cock in too little space. She moaned all the louder.

A hot geyser of his lust spent itself out of Luis’s cockhead and into Sand’s passage, all the way into the depths of her pussy and all over the ravaged expansion of her cunt. He moaned and kept up his pistoning, working himself tenderly back and forth in her sex even as he spurted. Repeatedly his cockhead flared and erupted, his entire length trembling with the load it was relinquishing to Sand’s wounded tightness, her soliciting pleasure.

Finally his climax died down. Luis moaned, both disappointed and relieved to remove his softening prick from Sand’s twitching slot. Sand was motionless, naked and spread-eagled. She was soaked with cum, inside and out, and she felt tingly over even more of her body. Dirty and sexy and ecstatic all at once.

From the corner of her eye she saw that the van doors were open. Pedro and Sartana were talking to two more cops she didn’t recognize, strangers to her. They stared at her over Pedro’s shoulders. The lust was obvious in their eyes—more than obvious. They didn’t even try to hide it, but kept staring and staring, knowing Sand was theirs to look at as much as play with.

Behind them, more policemen were on the way, forming a scattered line in rear of the van. Not much order to it when everyone was trying to look past the person in front of them; drool over Sand’s naked perfection.

“Hey, Luis, clear out!” Sartana barked. “Julio here wants a shot at Sand’s ass.”

“Go right ahead,” Luis said gruffly, pulling his clothes back on over his exhausted body. “Not like I’ll be able to get it up again for a week… not after that.”

“Gangbang!” someone yelled in the stretching line behind the van. He sounded as happy as he was excited, like a small child announcing the passage of an ice cream truck. “Gangbang!”

Julio climbed into the van. Sand just laid there. She wouldn’t move. She had to conserve her energy. It was a gangbang, alright, and she was the star. She was going to get fucked all night—she might as well enjoy it.

Not that she had much choice in that either.