A carte blanche had been giving – the velvet soft hands coiled around two pulsing cocks produced a series of satisfied grunts. Spasms resulting from the shocks of pleasure had the good men hip their bucks against her – a subtle sign of what was to come.<br/>Her willing gesture spurred the rest of the lads to unzip and relieve themselves of their trousers: a monumental task – presented in three additional manhoods just aching to get satisfied – was offered to Tamaska. And by the smell and sound of her, all present could agree on her willingness.<br/><br/>The blonde-haired gentleman, stroking his broad cock to life with a wolfish grin on his face, decided that enough was enough. Two hands landed on either shoulder of the trolless and with a bit of applied force, Tamaska was put to her knees. The two men flanking him seized control of her hands, wordlessly commanding her to constrict her delicate fingers around their throbbing members.<br/>The blonde, however, had something else in mind. Two large hands wrapped gently around the back of her head, nails scratching softly against her scalp. Directing her head and mouth to his cock, the man let forth a rattling moan as she obediently enfolded her warm, wet mouth around his engorged prick. It was an average fellow, not too big and not too small. It had a simple salty taste betraying that cleanliness wasn’t void on this ship: Comparable to Emberspike, she had more space to play around, hell, even take it all in without too big issues about gagging.<br/><br/>The heat was – while stifling – seeping into her body; her ears heard the enthusiastic grunts and moans of the five good men who all welcomed her to whip them into a frenzy. As her fingers pumped the two manhoods, she simply knew that right behind her two men themselves pumped furiously. In a way, while they were allowed to toy with her as they saw fit, she had them completely in her spell.<br/>If glancing up, she’d see a delightful sight of five hazed men, barely comprehending their luck.<br/><br/>The blond wasn’t too greedy – he had the charity of letting another man be serviced, one hand in her hair guiding her from one cock to another: This resulted in a surprised “Yelp!” and a long, half-chuckling groan of absolute bliss. This cock pulsed eagerly and an inkling in Tamaska told her, he would be a messy, messy deal once she was finished with him.<br/><br/>A whine forwarded in common from her other side eventually led her to be guided to a third cock: while it was a tad more musky than whatever predecessors – hey, not everyone were as clean as could be – by this time, it wouldn’t matter much. The all-pervading sounds and sights of pleasured men should negate any brief discomfort.<br/><br/>Then, it was as if Tamaska pushed them collectively over the edge; Not to their release but to a higher state of arousal: A hand coiled around her backhead and forced her scorching plush lips harder around his shaft, countered by his hips bucking against her. He simply took her mouth like some living, breathing cock-sheath. And he howled in delight.<br/><br/>He was only allowed to for an odd fifteen seconds or so, since our two gentlemen in the back found themselves unserviced: Shifting spots to the cheers and jeers of their fellow men, a man commanded her briskly:<br/><br/>“<i>On your fours, girl!</i>”<br/><br/>And barely did she accept her orders before a larger cock almost ruthlessly shoved itself between by now assumingly saliva-drenched lips.<br/><br/>But their pleasure was no longer the singular objective.<br/><br/>As her mouth austerely folded around this magnificent shaft, common-spoken approvals heralded the explosion of delightfully perverted sensations as she felt her labia spread so achingly around a soft-skinned yet profusely hard prick, inching slowly into her welcoming nethers. Halfway in, whomever molesting her did a last thrust sending his member deep, deep into her, savouring her muscles tightening around his cock.<br/>Briefly, a massive body leaned across her back, two rough hands grabbing around her wrists: Pulling back her arms, the invader used them as handgrips, causing her sweaty breasts to swing dangerously under what summarily became an enthusiastic fuck. The side-effect of this was that he hilted deeper still.<br/>Her entire body was swathed in sweat by now, either by lust or by the on-setting heat.<br/>Soon the slaps of his hip colliding with her round backside joined in the lustful cacophony of their immoral adventure.<br/><br/>Their presence was dominating her every sense: These five men didn’t attempt to hide their intents – they used her. While it’d be a long stretch of imagination to accuse them of having romantic interests, she knew and felt that every husky moan she managed only spurred them on.<br/><br/>One of them – she couldn’t see which – apparently caved in early: with a gurgling groan, she felt the surprising chill of his release splattering across her wonderfully curved back, causing a right out mess. His soldiers-in-arms roared in laughter, presumably chiding him for his “loose cannon”. He himself chuckled disbelieving, but began an enthusiastic attempt to kick some life into his dong again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>