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Nick's looking around nervously, notices him and shivers, he looks really big, like a bodybuilder. "Oh, wow yes, I mean, if you're not scared...and if you like him..."

Touching her hand gently. Not believing you are interested to go with it right away tonight.

Olya flushes as she feels my excitement. She takes a sip of her drink again to calm herself, the cold liquid sliding down her throat as she watches the man at the bar. He's chatting with the bartender, laughing at something, and she can't help but imagine those strong arms holding her. "No, I'm not scared! I'm just... I don't know, excited and a little overwhelmed."

I drink up too, my feelings are a wild mix of jealousy, excitement, fear, nervousness, and animal magnetism.... "If you want him, I'm in! How do you think to go about it?"

She's already a bit tipsy, her eyes follow the man's broad shoulders and the way his biceps flex as he lifts his drink and feels a sudden dampness between her legs, a strange, unexpected thrill at the thought of his touch. "I... I guess we could go talk to him. Maybe get to know him a little and see what he says?"

"Okay, let's go babe. I'm right here with you!" I stand up smiling, reaching for her hand.

Her eyes meet mine briefly before she gathers her courage and stands up, smoothing out her dress and placing her hand in mine. She takes a shaky step towards the bar, the heels of her shoes clicking on the tiles. As she approaches the black man, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest, echoing in her ears. "Hi," she says softly, her voice carrying a sweet, nervous lilt. "Could we... uh, buy you a drink?"

The man at the bar glances over, his eyes scanning Olya from head to toe, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He's well aware of the effect he has on women. He's over six feet tall, with skin the color of midnight and muscles that look like they've been chiseled from granite. His broad chest expands beneath his tight black t-shirt as he takes a moment to appreciate the view before speaking. "Well, well, well," he drawls, his voice a deep, velvety rumble. "I'm Tyson. What can I do for two, lovely folks?" He nods to the bartender, signaling for another drink, his eyes never leaving Olya's. His gaze is intense, filled with a mix of curiosity and amusement as he waits for her to respond.

Olya feels a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looks into Tyson's dark eyes. His confidence is palpable, and she can't help but be drawn to it. She feels a thrill at the way he so openly appreciates her, especially with Nick standing right beside her. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she manages to murmur, her voice softer than she intended. "I'm Olya, this is my boyfriend, Nick. Could we maybe talk for a bit?"

Tyson's smile broadens as he leans against the bar, his arms folded across his chest, showcasing his biceps. He assesses the situation, his gaze flickering between Olya and Nick. His interest is piqued by their unusual request. "Sure, I've got time," he says, his voice a smooth bass that seems to resonate in the very air around them. He nods to the bartender, who brings over a fresh drink. "What's on your minds?"

"You tell him baby", I say softly and kiss your cheek.

Olya's heart races as I kiss her cheek, she takes a deep breath and looks back at Tyson. "We, uh, we've never done anything like this before," she stammers, her eyes darting to the floor. "But we've been talking about it, and we'd like to um...do something together."

Tyson looks confused. "Um, do what? Together? Can you explain please?" He's staring at Olya with curiosity.

Olya blushes, her cheeks burn even hotter as she feels Tyson's gaze on her. She glances at Nick for reassurance before speaking. "It's... it's a bit embarrassing to say out loud, but we've been talking about me... being with another man, and Nick wants to watch. We just thought maybe you'd be interested in helping us out?"

Hearing my girl say this makes my heart race like crazy... I'm so nervous and squeeze her hand hard. Her own hand is trembling slightly in mine, but she holds my gaze, trying to be brave. She feels a rush of adrenaline as she waits for Tyson's response, her eyes wide and hopeful. "I-I... know it's a lot to ask," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the muted music playing in the background.

Tyson's smile never wavers as he looks from Olya to me and back again. He takes a slow sip of his drink, his eyes thoughtful. "Interesting," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on Olya's delicate features. "What makes you think I'd be down for something like that?"

Looking at Olya, I know she is so embarrassed now. I step in, "We just thought we'd ask. No offense and we apologize if this is not something you would be open to doing..." I sound respectful, but firm and business-like. Tyson's expression remains inscrutable as he considers the couple's proposal. He takes another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Olya's. He can see the nervousness in her posture, the way she clutches her dress and the tightness of her grip on my hand. Yet, there's something in her gaze that tells him she's not just curious - she's eager. He can't resist the allure of a challenge, especially one that comes wrapped in such a tempting package. "No offense taken," Tyson says smoothly, his smile never faltering. "But before we go any further, I need to make sure we're all on the same page. What exactly are we talking about here?"

I whisper in Olya's ear, "Tell him quietly everything you are willing to do tonight", my voice shaking as I speak nervously with excitement.

Olya's breath hitches as I whisper in her ear, the words sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She turns to face Tyson, her cheeks aflame. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she speaks. "I-I'm willing to do... whatever you want," she says, her eyes never leaving Tyson's.

Tyson's eyes flicker with interest as he listens to Olya's whispered confession. He sets his drink down and moves a bit closer, his presence commanding the space around them. "I see," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to wrap around her. "And what about you, Nick?"

"Anything she wants to do, I'll sign up for it. It's her who I want to see pleased and happy."

Tyson's gaze shifts to Nick, his expression unreadable. He studies the white man, the way he clutches Olya's hand, the tremor in his voice. He can sense the tension between them, the unspoken dynamics of power and desire. He leans in closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Alright," he says, his voice a seductive purr. "Let's go to a more private place. I've got a room upstairs if that's okay with you two?"

My eyes widen not expecting it all to be happening so quickly, but I whisper to Olya again: "If you want to, baby, only if you want to..."

Tyson watches the interplay between the couple, the power dynamic intriguing him. He can see the trust in my eyes and the eagerness in Olya's. He's a man who knows how to read the room, and the tension here is palpable. He reaches out and places a gentle hand on Olya's back, the warmth seeping through her dress. "If you're both sure," he says, his voice low and enticing. "Let's go upstairs. I promise you, I'll make sure she enjoys herself." His hand slides down to the small of her back, his fingers flexing slightly, urging her forward. He glances at me, "Are you coming?"

I take the joke and smirk, "You bet ya, I am! Babe, you okay?"

Tyson feels the tension in the air as he leads us through the restaurant, his hand still resting lightly on Olya's lower back. He's acutely aware of the eyes on them, the whispers that follow their every step. But he's used to being the center of attention, and it only fuels his desire. Once in the room, he turns to face them, his gaze intense.

"Now," he says, his voice a velvety rumble. "Let's get comfortable, shall we?"

I turn to my girl and ask again, "Babe, you okay? You sure?"

Tyson's touch sends a jolt of excitement through Olya's body as they ascend the stairs to the private room. She can feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of her dress, and it makes her legs wobble slightly. Once inside, she looks around, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. The room is dimly lit, with a large bed dominating the space, and the scent of clean linen fills the air. She nods, trying to appear more confident than she feels. "Yes, I'm okay," she murmurs, her voice a mere whisper. "I want to do this!" She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling visibly. "I trust you, and I want to explore this... this side of me."

I whisper in her ear, "Do you really? Do you want to be my naughty slut baby?" I caress her sexy, tight ass.

Olya nods, her eyes wide and glassy with excitement. She feels a thrill at the words, the taboo nature of the situation making her even wetter. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to be your naughty slut tonight."

"I've never heard her say this before!" I tell Tyson with excitement, still mixed with jealousy and anxiety of the unknown.

Tyson's smile widens as he listens to the couple's exchange, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He can see the complex mix of emotions playing out on my face and feels a thrill knowing he's the one causing them. He moves closer to Olya, his hand sliding up her side to cup one of her small, perky breasts over her dress.

"Then let's not waste any more time," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "Strip for me, baby!" His thumb brushes over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric. "I want to see all of you!"

I shiver as I hear this... Still not quite realizing that my baby girl will soon be all naked in front of this huge stranger. Tyson's eyes gleam with desire as he watches Olya's reaction to his command. He can feel the electricity in the air, the anticipation building. He takes a step closer to her, his hand still cupping her breast, his thumb continuing to tease her nipple. His other hand moves to her zipper, his fingers deftly sliding it down. "You're so beautiful!" he says, his voice a seductive murmur. "I've been waiting to see this gorgeous body of yours since you guys came over to me!"

He leans in, his breath hot against her ear: "Remember, this is for him. For your man." He steps back, giving her space to remove her dress. She does so with trembling hands, letting it pool at her feet. She's wearing a tiny, lacy thong and a matching bra that barely contains her breasts. She looks up at me, her eyes questioning, seeking my approval. I nod silently.

Olya then turns to the black man, smiling, her cheeks are still flushed. "Okay, Tyson," she says, her voice husky. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her small, pert breasts. Her delicate pink nipples add a stunning touch to her allure; they embody a perfect combination of grace and sensuality. She's always been self-conscious about their size, but the way Tyson's eyes devour her makes her feel sexy and desired.

Looking at my girl closely, her perky titties pointing forward with their nipples so hard, her flat, lean abs look stunning, making my heart race like never before... Wondering what goes on in her head as she's exposing herself in front of this man.

Tyson's gaze lingers on Olya's breasts, his eyes darkening with lust. He can see the way she looks at me, seeking my approval and conformation, and it sends a thrill through him. He moves closer to her, his hand reaching out to cup her chin and tilt her face up to meet his gaze. "You're absolutely stunning," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Your man is one lucky guy." He runs his thumb over her lower lip, feeling the tremble of her breath against his skin. He can feel the heat emanating from her body and knows she's as turned on as he is. "Now, why don't you show us that pretty ass?"

I say nothing and just keep watching, sitting in the armchair a few feet away from her and him.

Olya feels a rush of excitement and fear as she's addressed by Tyson. She turns around, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and slowly slides her fingers into the waistband of her thong. She pulls it down, revealing her round, firm ass to him. She's never felt so exposed, but the fiery look in my eyes keeps her going. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks, her voice trembling.

I whisper to her, "You look incredible, babe! You are so amazing! How are you feeling?"

Tyson's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of Olya's exposed ass, his hand tracing the curve of her hip before gently caressing her cheek. "You're more than I could've ever hoped for," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Your courage is intoxicating." He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. He looks at me, as I keep watching intently from the armchair. "Now, let's get you on that bed," he says, his voice a command that sends a shiver down her spine. He takes her by the hand and leads her to the center of the room, his grip firm but gentle. He can feel the tremor in her hand, the mix of fear and excitement that fuels his desire even further. Once she's on the bed, he stands over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow across her naked body. "Spread those legs for me, baby," he instructs, his voice a soft growl. "Let me see that sweet pussy of yours."

Looking at the huge beast above my girl with intimidation and jealousy. I stand up going closer to the bed making sure my baby girl is okay. "How are you, my love?"

Tyson's gaze is intense as he looks down at Olya, his hand still resting on her cheek. He can feel the heat radiating from her body and the way she's trembling with anticipation. He leans in closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispers, "You're doing so good." His hand trails down her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before coming to rest on her inner thigh. He can feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips. He gently nudges her legs apart, his own arousal evident in the huge bulge of his pants. "Now, let's see if you're as tight as you look," he says, his voice low and gruff with desire. He runs a finger along her slit, teasing her clit before sliding it into her wetness. She gasps at the sensation, her body arching up to meet his touch.

I'm watching closely every little move of the black man, his finger buried deep into Olya's pussy makes me feel so jealous yet intoxicated with excitement at the same time.

Tyson's eyes never leave Olya's as he feels her body react to his touch. Her gasp sends a thrill through him, his own desire growing with each shiver of her body. He withdraws his finger, watching as it glistens with her arousal. "You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. He licks his finger then pulls back a bit, giving her a moment to adjust to the sudden sensation of being touched so intimately by someone other than her partner. He turns to me, his gaze unapologetic. "You want to see her come undone, don't you?"

I shiver at his words. "Yes..." I whisper, my voice trembling.

Her eyes flicker over to me, seeking my reaction. I stare at her intensely, a mix of emotions playing across my features. She feels a surge of arousal at the thought of her man watching her with this Adonis of a man. Tyson's finger lingers at her entrance, and she feels a sudden urge to have him inside her. She nods, her breath hitching. "Yes, I want to please you both," she says, her voice trembling. She spreads her legs wider, offering herself to him completely.

My head is spinning, never seen before my girl being groped by another man, let alone a huge black beast like Tyson. "Okay my love, I love you so much!"

Her eyes never leave mine as Tyson's finger continues to explore her wetness. She feels a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that this is what her man wants to see. "I love you too," she whispers back, her voice a breathy sigh. She bites her lower lip, her body quivering in anticipation.

Tyson chuckles lowly at the loving exchange between the couple, feeling his own excitement build. He knows he holds the power in this moment, and he's going to savor every second of it. He reaches down and unbuckles his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unzips his pants, revealing the monstrous cock that lies beneath. It's thick and long, a testament to his physical prowess. He strokes it gently, watching as Olya's eyes widen in shock and awe. I stare at them, a mix of fear and fascination playing across my face. "Ready for the main event?" Tyson asks, his voice a dark rumble. He moves on top of her, lowering his face he kisses her lips, his cock jutting out like a weapon of mass seduction.

"Omg baby he is huge!!" I can't help exclaiming. "Please be gentle with her, Tyson! Babe, let me know if it doesn't feel good..."

Olya's eyes are glued to the massive, horse-like cock that Tyson is stroking. It's unlike anything she's ever seen before, and she feels a mix of fear and fascination. She nods at me, her voice a shaky whisper. "I'll tell you, she promises. She licks her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. "But I want to do this," she says, looking back at Tyson. "I want to make him proud." She lays back down on the bed, her legs still spread wide, offering herself to the stranger, she starts rubbing her clit.

I sit on the side of the bed caressing my girl check silently... I'm a little worried.

Tyson's cock is indeed a sight to behold - huge and powerful, it seems to pulse with an energy of its own. Olya feels a mix of terror and excitement as she stares at it. Despite her nerves, she can't help but be drawn to the raw sexuality that seems to radiate from Tyson. She looks back at me, seeking reassurance. She whispers, "I trust you, Nick." I nod back, my eyes are filled with love and a hint of trepidation. "I'm okay," she murmurs, her voice a soft reassurance. "Let's do this!" She turns back to Tyson, her eyes locked onto his. "Be gentle," she says, her voice firm despite her trembling.

Tyson nods, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he understands the gravity of the situation. He knows he's got the power in this moment, but he also knows the importance of respect. He positions himself between Olya's legs, his muscles rippling with each movement, his cock brushing against her thigh, leaving a trail of precum. He takes her hand and places it on his shaft, watching as she gulps. "Get used to it," he murmurs, his deep voice adding another dimension to the scene. "You're going to love it." He guides her hand, showing her how to stroke his whole length, her small hand looking almost comical against his massive tool. I'm glued to the sight, my own cock straining against my pants. I can't believe this is actually happening but can't look away.

I see Olya squeeze the massive shaft, unable to wrap her hand around its girth completely. I feel my own penis throbbing hard in my pants and I unzip them, pulling it out. My cock is twice smaller than Tyson's but still thick, with a meaty head.

Olya's eyes widen as she feels the weight of Tyson's cock in her hand, the heat and velvety skin sending a jolt of fear and excitement through her. She swallows hard, her hand trembling as she tries to match the rhythm of his earlier strokes. Her eyes flicker toward me, now stroking my cock, watching her with a mix of love and anxiety. She can feel the tension in the room, the air thick with desire and anticipation. Despite her nerves, she's determined to make this experience one that they'll both remember. She starts to stroke Tyson more confidently, her movements becoming more fluid as she gets used to the size and feel of him, pulling and squeezing his member hard, "I'm ready," she whispers, her voice trembling impatiently.

Tyson watches Olya with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The scent of his arousal fills the room, a potent musk that seems to amplify the tension. He nods, his hand guiding hers for a moment before letting go. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with approval. He positions himself over her, his cock hovering just above her pussy. He can feel the heat of her body, the tremble of her thighs. He looks at me: "Ready for this?"

I nod to him, looking at Olya for her approval too. Olya's eyes widen as Tyson looms above her, his massive cock poised at her entrance. She can feel the heat and weight of him, the musky scent of his arousal thick in the air. She nods, her voice a tremulous whisper. "Yes!" she says, her hand resting on her stomach, her other hand reaching for mine. "Let's do this." She looks into Nick's eyes, her own filled with a mix of fear and excitement. I squeeze her hand tightly, and she feels a surge of love and reassurance. She turns her attention back to Tyson, her breath hitching as he begins to push into her, the tip of his cock already stretching her open.

I stare at Olya's pussy and the enormous cock slowly disappearing inside my baby girl inch by inch. Olya gasps as Tyson's cock begins to fill her slowly. It's a stretch she's never felt before, and she feels a mix of burning pain and pleasure as her body tries to accommodate him. She squeezes my hand again, her nails digging into my skin. "Oh God," she whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut. "It's so big!"

Tyson's powerful body looms over Olya, his muscles rippling as he presses into her. The scent of his arousal is potent, a musky aroma that fills the room and seems to cling to every surface. His cock, thick and engorged, stretches her more than she's ever been stretched before. The initial discomfort is stark, but she can feel her body beginning to adjust, her pussy starting to grip him hungrily. She gasps as he hits a spot that makes her toes curl, her eyes rolling back with intense arousal.

Tyson is moving in and out of your hot stretched pussy... Squeezing your hand I softly ask you, "How are you feeling, my love?"

Olya's eyes squeeze shut tightly as Tyson continues to thrust into her, filling her completely, increasing his tempo. She can feel every ridge and vein of his monstrous cock, the sensation overwhelming. The musky scent of his arousal fills her nostrils, an intoxicating aroma that seems to amplify the intensity of the experience. She pants heavily, her chest heaving, as she tries to adjust to the sheer size of him. Despite the pain, there's a dark thrill that courses through her body, making her wetter with each movement. She squeezes my hand back, her nails digging into my palm. "It's... intense," she manages to gasp out, her eyes still squeezed shut. "So big...Aaahhh!"

I place her tiny, beautiful hand on my swollen cock and watch Tyson's prick going all the way, balls deep into my baby girl.

Her hand trembles as she feels my cock, so much smaller than Tyson's, but still thick and pulsing with need. She's torn between watching Tyson's massive cock disappear into her and meeting my eyes, seeking reassurance.

Tyson's cock stretches her further as he starts hammering her pussy hard. Olya gasps, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. The scent of his arousal is overpowering, a heady mix of musk and lust that seems to fill her senses, making her almost dizzy and more animalistic than ever before. She turns her head to the side, her bright red cheek, pressed against the pillow, looking at me, her eyes pleading. "It's so big," she whispers, her voice strained. "I can't..."

I make a gesture for Tyson to stop fucking her.

Tyson's massive cock is buried to the hilt inside her, and she feels a strange mix of pain and pleasure that's unlike anything she's ever experienced. She looks up at him, her eyes wide with shock and need. His powerful, rhythmic thrusts are almost too much to handle, but she can't bring herself to ask him to stop. Instead, she grips the bedsheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. "Keep going," she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop... I want you to fuck me!"

Tyson pauses for a moment, his eyes locking with Olya's. He can feel the way her body responds to his touch despite the initial discomfort. He nods, his own breath coming in harsh pants. He starts to move again, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through her, making her body quiver. I stare at my baby getting fucked so hard, my hand moving faster on my cock.

Hearing my girl asking the beast to continue gives me relief and assurance, my cock throbbing, a huge drop of precum appears at the tip. Tyson is now pounding her pussy very fast, his heavy balls hitting her ass with a splashy sound. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her arch off the bed. The scent of his arousal is intoxicating, making her feel wild and uninhibited. She moans, her voice a desperate plea for more. "Yes! Mmmm aaaghhh...." she moans, her body trembling. "I want all of you." He almost pulls his thick shaft all the way out, all wet, covered with her juices and then slams it back into her stretched vagina...

Olya's eyes widen as Tyson withdraws almost completely before slamming back into her, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her body. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, along with the wet, slick noises of his cock slamming inside her faster and harder. She can feel her pussy clench around him, trying to take him in, the musky scent of his arousal filling her senses and driving her wild. "Oh God," she cries out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh, my God, baby! It's so good! Oh my God!"

Tyson's grin widens as he watches Olya's body respond to his. He can feel the walls of her tight pussy clench around him, her wetness coating his cock as he pumps into her with increasing ferocity. His hips move with the rhythm of a seasoned dancer, each thrust a deliberate and powerful claiming of her body. I keep jerking my dick faster, the sight of Olya being taken by Tyson's monstrous size pushing me closer to the edge.

"Baby, I want to see you lose it! Give it to him, Olya", I say as I keep stroking my cock feeling close to my own climax.

Olya shuts her eyes as the waves of pleasure build within her, each powerful thrust from Tyson pushing her closer to cumming. She feels her pussy clench around his massive cock, trying to hold onto him as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. Her body is a symphony of sensations, the sting of pain morphing into a crescendo of pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the beginnings of an orgasm, her body trembling uncontrollably. She looks at me, her eyes pleading for release. "Please, baby, let me cum," she whispers, her voice strained.

"That's my girl, yes baby, yes! Cum for him, I want to see you surrender! Cum all over this cock", I command, almost out of this world with excitement, my dick ready to burst too.

Olya's body is a canvas of colors, painted by the relentless strokes of Tyson's massive cock. Her moans crescendo into screams that echo through the room, her eyes tightly shut as she feels herself being stretched to her limits. Tyson thrusts his tool so hard into my baby girl's pussy, making her feel like a wild animal in heat. Her cries are a mix of pleasure and pain, her vagina contracting around his thick shaft as he pumps into her with unbridled enthusiasm. She can feel her orgasm taking over her body like a tidal wave, and she clutches my hand with all her might, her nails digging into my palm. "Yes, yes, oh God, yes! Oh my God! Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaghhh!" she screams, her voice raw and desperate as starts cumming, her body shaking uncontrollably.

The room is a cacophony of wet slaps and Olya's screams, her body a battleground of pleasure and sweet pain. Tyson's grunts of exertion and the creaking of the bed frame are the only other sounds as he continues his relentless assault on her tight, wet pussy. My eyes are glued to the sight of Tyson's monstrous cock disappearing into Olya's body, her tiny frame taking it all with a mix of grace and desperation. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that has him on the edge of his own release.

After her climax Tyson slows down his thrusts but still keeps moving inside her. I ask: "Olya, baby, how do you feel, do you want a break?"

Her eyes flutter open, her chest heaving from the intense orgasm that just rocked her body. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. "More," she gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, don't stop!" Her hips arch off the bed, begging for Tyson's massive cock to fill her again.

I nod eagerly, watching as Tyson obliges her plea, his powerful hips picking up speed again. His cock is a blur as he fucks her with an almost primal force. I lean in to whisper in her ear, "You're so beautiful when you're being fucked like this." "Do you like watching me, baby?" she cries out, her eyes flickering playfully, her body trembling beneath Tyson's powerful thrusts.

Each thrust sends another wave of pure ecstasy through her, making her spine arch off the bed. Her eyes are glazed with lust and desperation. "Yes!" she screams, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her moans. "Yes, I love it when you watch me!" Her nails dig into the bedsheets as she feels another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Tyson's thick shaft. She throws her head back, her blonde hair fanning out on the pillow, her small breasts bouncing with each impact. "Fuck me! Fuck harder!" she hissed, her voice echoing off the walls. I can hardly recognize my girlfriend and I love seeing the animal in her. Hearing Olya getting into it more and more makes me shiver.

Tyson stops for a second, then grabbing you by the throat firmly, asks: "How do you want me to fuck you now?! Tell me, slut!" I frown at his comment, but say nothing...

Olya opens her eyes as Tyson's grip tightens around her throat, the sudden dominance sending a thrill through her body. She gasps for breath, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Harder," she begs, her eyes never leaving his. "I want it all!"

Unable to hold myself any longer, I feel my balls churn and with a loud growl I start cumming, my sperm flying around, some of it hitting Olya's face... Tyson smiles and continues plowing her cunt harder, holding her wide-spread legs.

Olya's body jolts with each powerful thrust from Tyson, her pussy clenching around his thick cock like a vice. She cries out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, as she feels another orgasm building. The sound of my release echoes in her ears, making her even wetter. "Oh God, yes," she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck me, Tyson, fuck me! Aaaahhhh!"

My cock softening as the last drops of semen ooze out... I lean down on the bed headboard. "Fuck her doggy!" I command.

Olya feels Nick's hot cum dripping down her face and chest, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through her. She gasps for breath, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms that have already wracked her. At my command, she turns over onto her hands and knees, presenting her round, firm ass to Tyson. The slickness of her own juices and my cum makes her skin glisten in the dim light. She glances back at Tyson, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he rears up behind her, his massive cock bobbing in the air. "Like this?" she asks, her voice shaky.

I caress her face as she's awaiting to be penetrated from behind. "You're such a good naughty girl, my love!"

Her body quivers with anticipation as she feels Tyson's large, warm hands grip her hips, positioning his thick, pulsing cock at her entrance. She gasps as he starts to push in, the pressure intense and almost unbearable. Her eyes water and she cries out, the sound echoing through the room. She can feel herself stretching to accommodate his size, her muscles straining around his girth. Despite the pain, she feels a sense of power, knowing that she's making both men crave her even more. She braces herself against the bed, pushing back against him, begging for more. Each time he pulls out, the cold air on her wetness is a stark contrast before he plunges back in, filling her to the brim. Her moans and screams grow louder, bouncing off the walls in a symphony of lust and submission. She feels her orgasm building again, the pleasure mixing with the pain as she's used and enjoyed by these two powerful men.

She lowers her face onto my genitals, exhausted and sweaty, her ass up and open for Tyson as he keeps pounding her cunt so hard.

Olya's breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she feels Tyson's cock pounding into her from behind. She can feel his thickness stretching her to the limit, and the thought of him filling her up with his seed sends a thrill through her body. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading for him to let her know it's okay. "Can he... can he cum inside me?" she asks, her voice shaky.

The thought tempts me as I always wanted to see my girl's pussy filled by another man's sperm... "I don't know baby, what if... What if you get pregnant?!..."

Her breath hitches as she feels Tyson's cock swell even larger inside her, the heat of his impending climax palpable. She turns her head to look at me again, her eyes filled with need. "It should be okay, baby" she whispers, her voice strained. "I want it... I want him to fill me up."

The idea of Tyson's semen mixing with her own juices sends a new wave of desire through her body, and she can feel her pussy clenching around his thick cock. She pushes back against him, urging him deeper, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Please, baby," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Let him... let him cum inside me."

Unable to refuse anything to her, blinded with wicked excitement, I nod to Tyson. "Fill her up!" I command.

Olya nods frantically at my words, her voice a desperate whisper. "Yes, baby, yes!" The room seems to spin around her, the scent of their mingled arousal thick in the air. She can feel the head of Tyson's cock rubbing against her cervix, sending shivers down her spine. "Do it," she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want all your cum inside my pussy!"

Tyson's grip on Olya's hips tightens, his muscles bulging as he fights to hold back his climax for just a few more moments. With a roar, he lets go, his hips bucking as he drives into her one last time, his cock erupting in a powerful release. The warmth of his cum fills her, the sensation overwhelming as she feels herself being claimed by this alpha male. I watch, my own orgasm forgotten as I see the pure ecstasy on Olya's face, her body shaking convulsively with each spurt of Tyson's seed.

The room gets silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the sticky sound of Tyson's cock slowly sliding out of Olya's pussy. She collapses onto the bed, her body slick with sweat and cum. "How are you feeling baby?" I ask, his voice thick with concern.

Her eyes are still glazed over with pleasure, but a hint of worry creeps into her expression as she feels the warmth of Tyson's cum inside her. She nods weakly, her body trembling from the intensity of the experience. "Oh my God, baby," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I just... I need a moment." She can feel the weight of their combined climaxes, the stickiness of it all a stark reminder of what just happened. She turns to me, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "Do you... do you think I'll be okay?" she asks, her voice shaky.

Tyson says, "I'll give you two a moment," then gets up from the bed, his heavy tool softened, leaking a thick droplet of cum onto the floor.

Olya's legs are trembling as she lays down on her back, the bed sticky with their combined juices. The fear of pregnancy creeps into her mind, but she tries to push it aside. She looks up at me, her eyes searching for his reaction. "Baby," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming, "are you sure?"

"I don't know baby.. You wanted it and I said okay... You know your period better... God, I hope you don't get pregnant..." I try to smile but my expression is quite worried.

Olya's eyes are glued to the ceiling, her chest heaving with each breath. She nods slowly, her mind racing with the reality of what just happened. She looks down at her wide-open pussy, still red and stretched from Tyson's massive cock, and feels a strange mix of emotions. She reaches down, tentatively touching the sensitive flesh, feeling the stickiness of their combined cum and bringing it to her lips she licks the cum off her finger. She looks at me, smiling naughtily, her eyes filled with lust. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "I just... I really wanted to try it."

"I know, baby girl... you were so sexy taking this huge monster! Oh my God, how did you even take it?!"

"I feel fine, but yeah, my pussy hurts..." she smiles innocently again.

Tyson strides back into the room, the towel around his waist barely concealing the powerhouse of his body, gleaming with the sheen of perspiration. His eyes, now dark with satisfaction, sweep over the writhing, intertwined figures on the bed. "You two ready for more?" he asks, his voice deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable confidence. Olya's eyes follow his every movement, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her recent climaxes. She feels the warmth Tyson's seed trickling down her inner thighs and its heaviness still deep inside her. The prospect of another round sends a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she licks her lips, tasting the salt of their sweat and the musk of sex in the air. She's torn between the comfort of my embrace and the thrill of Tyson's dominance. My hand is still shaking as he strokes her hair, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Would you like to suck him off babe?" I ask Olya, concerned about the state of her beat pussy, afraid it may never be as tight as it was before getting fucked by this black beast...

Her eyes follow Tyson's every move, her body still quivering from the intensity of their encounter. She considers the question, feeling a mix of desire and trepidation. Her gaze shifts to me, seeking his approval, her voice a whisper of lust. "Should I, baby?" she asks, her eyes flicking to Tyson's now-softened cock. The sight of it makes her pussy throb anew, the memory of his power still fresh.

"Yes, sure, if you want to..."

Her eyes flicker to Tyson, then back to me, seeking his guidance. The thought of tasting Tyson again sends a shiver down her spine, but she's aware of her sore pussy. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, baby."

Olya shakily sits up, her legs wobbly from the intense pounding she just received. She turns to Tyson, whose eyes are alight with excitement at the prospect of her sucking his cock. She leans in, her hand tentatively reaching out to grasp his still semi-hard member. She opens her mouth, her lips quivering slightly, and takes the head in, looking at me. Despite her initial hesitation, she's driven by a newfound desire to please both men. Tyson's cock stretches her mouth wide as she tries to accommodate his size. I watch, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and concern, my cock stirring at the sight of my girlfriend servicing another man again.

Tyson's hand guides Olya's head, the tip of his cock nudging at her throat. She gags, but pushes through the discomfort, her eyes watering. The sensation of his thickness filling her mouth is overwhelming, and she can feel her own arousal building again, despite the tenderness between her legs. My hand moves to her shoulder, my thumb tracing gentle circles as I watch the scene unfold. I'm torn between the need to protect her and the dark thrill of watching her submit to another man's desires.

Tyson's cock is a challenge, a test of her limits, and she meets it with determination, her eyes watering and her throat tightening around him as she tries to take him deeper.

I caress her face, wiping a stray tear away, my palm brushing her cheek gently. "It's okay, baby," I whisper, my voice thick with lust and pride. "Take it!"

Tyson's now struggling to keep his cum from erupting.. I can see he's getting close. "Olya, where do you want him to cum baby? "

Olya's eyes water and she gags around Tyson's cock, her throat constricting around his massive girth. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. "On me," she manages to choke out, her voice muffled by the cock filling her mouth. "I want to feel him cum on my face."

Tyson's hand tightens in Olya's hair as he feels his orgasm approaching, his hips thrusting rhythmically as he fucks her mouth with renewed vigor. Olya's eyes widen and she struggles to breathe, her throat tight around his shaft. She can feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the taste of him overwhelming. Despite the discomfort, she's driven by an animalistic need to make him cum, to feel the warmth of his seed on her face. She redoubles her efforts, her hand flying up and down his shaft, her mouth working the head of his cock with a fervor that's both desperate and eager. The room is filled with the sounds of her gagging and the wet, sloppy noises of her sucking, his balls hitting her chin. I've never seen her like this before, so wanton and wild, and it sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock.

I start stroking my cock again too as I watch my baby girl sucking this huge dick like there's no tomorrow. My cock just inches from her face.

With a guttural groan, Tyson's cock swells even further in Olya's mouth, the head pressing against the back of her throat, making her gag constantly. Thick chunks of saliva running down her chin and his testicles. She feels his hands tighten in her hair, guiding her movements as she desperately tries to take more of his cock in. Her eyes water, and she can't help but make muffled sounds of distress that only seem to excite him more. Despite the discomfort, Olya's own arousal skyrockets as she feels the power of this man's desire for her. Her hands fly to his shaft, stroking him rapidly, silently begging for his approval. The head of Tyson's cock is a blur of motion as she works it with her mouth, her cheeks hollowed with sucking effort. She can feel his cum building, and a thrill runs through her as she anticipates the moment when he'll fill her mouth and face with his hot, sticky seed.

Tyson's eyes are locked on Olya's as he feels the pressure building in his balls. He can see the desperation in her eyes, the need to please him, and it drives him wild. He thrusts harder, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. I move my hand to my cock, my strokes matching Tyson's rhythm as I watch my girl's face contort with the effort of taking Tyson's massive member. The sight is almost too much for me to handle, and I feels my own climax approaching.

Our excitement reaches a crescendo, we both locked over Olya's bobbing head. With a roar, Tyson pulls out, and with a few more powerful strokes, he unleashes a torrent of cum, painting Olya's face, hair, and mouth with thick ropes of white-hot pleasure. At the same time, my cock erupts as well, showering her with my own load. She's caught in the middle, a canvas for their shared desire, and the intensity of our simultaneous releases sends her spiraling into a new dimension of ecstasy. She chokes and gasps, her eyes watering, but the thrill of being used so thoroughly by two powerful men overwhelms any discomfort she might feel...

 Olya's face is all covered in our cum, dripping down her cheeks and lips... I look at my girl lovingly, never expected her to be such a naughty girl.

Her eyes squeezed shut as ropes of cum spurt out, coating her face, hair, and mouth. The sensation is intense, the heat of it on her skin and the salty taste of their combined essence in her mouth. Her throat is sore from the pounding she just took, but she can't help but swallow some of the sticky mess. She opens her eyes, looking up at the two men standing over her, their cocks still pulsing with the aftermath of their orgasms. She feels a mix of pride and embarrassment at being used so thoroughly, but the way I look at her - like she's the most beautiful, desirable creature on Earth - overpowers any negative emotion. She opens her mouth slightly, allowing a string of cum to dangle from her bottom lip before letting it drop onto her chest. "Was I good, baby?" she whispers, her voice hoarse and sultry.

"Yes my love, you were incredibly hot and sexy! I want to take a picture of you right now, all messy and covered with cum"... I smile.

Her cheeks flush at my words, the thrill of his admiration mixing with the humiliation of her current state. She opens her mouth wider, letting a glob of cum fall onto her chest, watching as it stretches and lands with a wet splat. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and submission. "Take it," she whispers, her voice a little hoarse from the ordeal.

I'm taking a few pictures with my camera. Tyson watches the scene with a smug smile, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his powerful climax. He wraps the towel around his waist, tucking in the corner to secure it tightly. His eyes sweep over Olya, her body a canvas of their shared passion, and he chuckles to himself. "Damn, that was one for the books," he says, his deep voice filled with satisfaction. He walks over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of water, taking a long swig before handing it to Olya. "Here, you're gonna need this," he says with a wink, watching her struggle to swallow the water around the sticky mess coating her mouth.

"Babe go wash your face and we should go, we need to leave Tyson to his business". I smile.

Her body still trembling from the intense experience, Olya nods slightly, taking the water bottle from Tyson with a grateful look. She swallows a mouthful, the cold liquid soothing her throat, before standing up on unsteady legs. She makes her way to the bathroom, her cum-covered body leaving a trail on the floor. The water from the faucet feels like a cool balm on her flushed face, and she takes her time cleaning herself up, her thoughts racing.

I go to her in the bathroom, "How was it baby? Be honest."

Olya stands at the sink, her reflection in the mirror showing a face flushed with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. She rinses her mouth, swishing the water around before spitting into the sink. She turns to me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "It was... intense," she admits, her voice still a little shaky. "But I liked it."

"I slap her sexy ass, my naughty slut!'

She glances over her shoulder, watching Tyson as he wipes himself down with a towel. "It was amazing, baby!" she says, her voice still a little hoarse from screaming. "But now, I think we should get going."

"Yes, let's dress up and go."

Olya smiles shyly at Tyson as she wipes the last of the cum from her body. She takes the towel he offers and gently pats herself dry, her movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. She glances at me in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement, and whispers, "Thank you, baby."

"I'm happy you liked it, my love. Would you want to do it again?" I smirk.

Olya looks at Tyson's in the mirror, and she feels a shiver of excitement run through her. She turns to me, her expression filled with a mix of hesitation and desire. "I... I don't know," she says, her voice a little shaky. "It was amazing, but I need some time to process it."

Tyson finishes dressing and walks over to the couple, a knowing look in his eye. "It's been a real pleasure," he says, his voice still heavy with arousal. He leans in to give Olya a kiss on the cheek, his hand lingering on her shoulder. "If you ever want to play again, just give me a call." He smiles and hands me his card. Olya and I stand there for a moment longer, our eyes locked in the mirror, the silence a stark contrast to the cacophony of sounds that had filled the space just minutes before.

We walk out of the room, hand in hand, each with our own thoughts.

I look at my girl with love, still reminiscing the hot scene, flashbacks running through my head.

"I think we better go to the store for the morning-after pill", I wink.

"Yes, OMG, yes! I can still feel his cum dripping down my legs!" Olya laughs as we go out the building into the night...

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