fantasias.....???? lo dejo a tu criterio...

This is a typical fantasy that has gone around my head at some point: Lost in some place trying to find a bus stop, I start walking and asking where I can find it. The first people I ask didn't have any idea. By then, I was already regretting not having asked the driver where he was going. Just then, I see a mason repointing a wall in the background.from the land. I call out but it seems they're not listening to me. I approach and then I see three more workers. When they see me, they leave what they're doing and look at me in a way that... well, it was heating me up. They undressed me with their gaze, those guys.Eh… sorry, where can I catch line X?- I asked. They didn't know, but by the time they answered, one of them, a dark-haired guy who looked like a big wardrobe that was, touched himself openly without hiding it. I said thanks and ran away on the tangent. Finally, I found out at a kiosk where I could take the blessed bus, but... I left hot with those workers. When I sat down, I felt my underwear had gotten wet, and I sensed that if I moved a bit in the seat...I was going to finish having an orgasm in the middle of my trip. Too bad the bus was empty I thought because otherwise I could have taken advantage of someone supporting me, but not even that. I confess this gives me a thrill.I arrive home, I undress and get into bed in my underwear, not exactly to sleep. I closed my eyes and let one of my hands slide between my legs. With my fingers, I parted the thong and grasped the clitoris,which stood out inflated and hardened. I imagined then that instead of fleeing from that construction site, I stayed. The gazes of those masons attracted me irresistibly.Walking over the pebbles with my boots, anxious to enter that hellhole. That enormous mulatto, who seemed like a wardrobe, was who received me. With one hand still rubbing the package while with the other...He would grab me strongly and take me to the bottom.There, among the dust, cement bags, and tools, they surrounded me together, preventing my escape, which I didn't want either. Among the four, they started to tear at me, touching me especially on the tits and ass, although I could also feel an enormous hand between my legs, actually it was mine, which at that moment began to stimulate meIn the correct form, although in my fantasy, it was about one of their hands. I don't know which one, any one's would be welcome. Between two, they took off my top and ripped off my nipples, leaving my breasts exposed.From one side and the other they started sucking them hard and almost brutally at the same time as someone else was undoing my pants. They pulled it down by a tug, grabbed my buttocks from behind,ahead of me they sniffed my pussy, their hands continued to explore me, pinching me, making me feel that roughness so typical of men from their class. Then I feel a hand resting on my headAnd it starts to push down, I can't resist, I fall to my knees, and I'm left like this facing four... si... four! impressive, well-veined, and pulsating pornos. I start sucking them one by one,passing from cock to cock, eating them up without any resistance whatsoever, despite these being rather important pieces.Sucking, sucking and I keep sucking, eating eggs, then I go on, devouring with avidity, not stopping, chewing one and the other, feeling like a thick broth is forming in my palate, I spit it out and keep going, I don't stop,The morocho grabs my head with both hands and with a strong thrust makes me eat it all the way to the hairs. I feel like I'm choking on all that meat pierced in my mouth. I feel like I'm choking, can't breathe.It feels like I'm getting filled up to the point where it gives me the sensation of being purple, but it doesn't come out, even keeps pushing in deeper still, as if it wanted to put my balls in too... it gets all the way to the limit, almost to suffocation, and then it comes out.the others do the same, they make me choke with their respective pieces.Sometimes I step away to cough and catch my breath, but barely get a few seconds to recover, as I am, still suffocating, they throw me down on empty concrete bags that were set up.In bed mode, they spread my legs and each one takes their turn to take me, the dark-haired one first, pounding it into me with persistence, aggressively, as if he wanted to slaughter me and leave nothing for his friends.After that, the others follow, also aggressive and irascible, they grab me with everything, as if it were a violation, despite being there with them by my own decision. My fingers sink deeper into my intimacy. I open myself up to myself, while imagining that those workers' cocks are piercing me again and again, relentlessly. In four, they destroy me. I feel like my legs can't take anymore, and my knees ache from the stones piercing the cement bags. They have me there, well secured, pumping me with an impressive energy,Fucking me with cock and more cock, without interruption, filling me up completely to the deepest part. I feel each thrust with a blow, strong and loud that resonates in my head. They grab my hair and ride meIt's like I'm a sexy girl, killing me, without giving me even a second of breath.My bum also suffers the outbursts of that uncontrollable horde of erect males. They pierce me with force, determined to blow me apart.

While I continue to explore my intimacy with one hand, with the other I start digging into my bum, putting in a finger and then two, trying to imagine the real sensations of what I'm fantasizing about.

In my fantasy, I'm all torn and shattered, pierced through all my orifices, my skin impregnated with a strong aroma of sex and luxury.

Now I'm back on my knees again, surrounded by that cluster of well-hard cocks, the four of them jizzing while I wait anxiously, with my mouth open, and holding onto my breasts as if they were a tray.

I can hear their gasps, which are my own, and then... one cumshot after another shoots out over me, filling my mouth and soaking my breasts with a delicious and salty stickiness. I swallow it all, don't let anything escape.Not a single drop, nothing at all, everything is going to end up on my palate, and what I got from their breasts, I gather it and swallow it too, savoring it with gusty avidity. Their orgasm is my orgasm. I managed to enjoy and relax.I pull out my wet fingers from inside me, bring them to my mouth and suck them, savoring them as if they were the semen of those workers.What those guys lost, I think. But then I correct myself: what I lost out on by not taking the initiative!