Night
On the level of pure technicality, the Sakura Empire's goal had been achieved. Their decision to invite representatives from each nation to a grandiose ball to foster better relations and strengthen bonds in a time of peace. It was supposed to be somewhere between diplomacy and relaxation, ship girls sent from the world over to mingle and get friendly during a period where they didn't have to fight. In the planning stages, it was a rousing success, and all the nations sent girls, dozens of kansen now occupying the hall. Long tables to sit and lounge at offered up generous buffets and endless alcohol, while divans in both L-shapes and in lines set parallel to face one another strewn off on the fringes offered setting more casual and yet also more intimate.
But they weren't alone.
The Eagle Union acceptance of the invitation asked if they could bring guests. Just some support crew. Nobody thought anything of saying yes, but nobody expected the raw numbers that ensued, because the Eagle Union was easily outnumbered by the guests they brought. In fact, there was a good chance at a quick glance that the number of kansen from any nation put together were outnumbered by the guests. All of them were black men from the Eagle Union, standing in excessive numbers. To anyone who would listen, the Eagle Union girls were on and on about how not only did the men excel at maintenance and technical work, but they were amazing for boosting morale, playing a little coy on exactly what that meant.
It was a massive overshadowing of the Royal Navy's own gesture; where almost all the women wore elegant ballgowns and party dresses, the Royal Navy representatives wore qipaos in a gesture to honour the gifts they had received from the Dragon Empery. It was overshadowed first from a standpoint of pure scale, amid all the men filling out the ballroom. But then, it began to overshadow it from more than a raw spectacle standpoint; as the alcohol ran free, the girls began to pay more attention to the men, and the Eagle Union girls became much looser lipped about just what services their 'support crew' served.
Loose lips sunk these ships.
Before very long, the perfect balance of inebriation, arousal, and curiosity broke down any sense of restraint; once one woman made too overt a move, it was easy for others to find the courage, then others to have the courage. Still more lapsed until the ballroom was consumed in universal indulgence and a readiness to lose all control.
Laffey took the lead with Javelin, Z23, and Ayanami alike. "Now lean forward and lick it," she said, as the four Destroyers all stroked along the huge black cock of a man standing readily in front of the kneeling girls. She was the experienced one, and it was only with these other three that she could be the experienced one, giving her an edge she was proud to take on as she planted a kiss onto the head of one of her favorite support staff. The man much bigger than her who had first taken her virginity, and would soon be deflowering the other three, too. "Ayanami and Z23, you should go lower and lick his balls. Javelin, I want you to open up and try to take him into your mouth, okay?"
The enthralled Destroyers did their part to roll with this, startled by the weird emotions and swells of pressure that washed over them. They were almost entranced by the possibilities and the desires that quivered through them. All three followed suit with the orders, Javelin's mouth opening up and pushing down the head of the fat cock, finding she could barely fit it in, but she felt absolutely incapable of resisting the possibilities. She pushed on deeper, trembling and aching under the raw desire that hit her, prepared to do what she could to meet all these emotions and seek some semblance of an idea of how to handle it, all while Laffey kissed and licked lower down the shaft.
"You're leaving so much cock for me," she teased, hand pressing at the back of Javelin's head and forcing her down further, trying to push her to do her part and really dig in on the cock before her. It was a lot of pressure to be asked to work at, but Laffey's touch was there to make it all okay, to encourage her down and impose the weird, wicked thrills upon her as she did her part. Deeper Javelin went, even against her better judgment, knowing that a friend had only her best interests and enjoyments in mind. There wasn't a shred of care or restraint behind this, just forward pressure, and Javelin fell into line. She didn't feel like she could fight it.
Z23 and Ayanami kept working lower, tongues lavishing praise all over the heavy, dark ball sac that kept them just as enthralled and fixated as the cock held the other girls. They couldn't resist slathering his sac in spit, paying him a hazy degree of praise and affection as they gave up more and more to the pleasure, throwing themselves into a weird haze of pure satisfaction that only grew wilder as they pushed firmer on. There wasn't a whole lot of sense to be found here. Just chaos. Just throbbing, hazy chaos and a guilty sort of delight that built up hotter as they all worked together for a weird common cause.
Ark Royal watched from afar, unable to keep a hand from slipping up her dress. She found herself torn two ways, staring at the juicy black cock the Destroyers worshiped, but also finding feeling those surges of heat that she had become rather infamous for; Ark Royal had a shameful attraction to cute, petite little Destroyer girls, and the sight of our of them all sharing a cock and cooperating so readily filled her with its own twisted sort of lust, a growing hunger she felt incapable of resisting as these pleasures pushed her limit. She was full of too many conflicted emotions, too many desires and needs running hopelessly away from her as she fell into this hazy rush of pleasure with little clear idea of how to act.
Once his balls were nice and coated and Javelin had her turn, Laffey guided Ayanami up, switching Javelin down to work his shaft as Laffey encouraged Ayanami to lose her oral virginity deeper and hotter. She was forward as could be, trying her best to learn how to suck dick as this all spiraled into weirdness, but a planned and wild weirdness, the pleasure burning with a hot, certain thrill as wild as could be. She pushed forward with little sense or control, guided along by a friend whose ready pushes onward brought her a strange, shivering sort of joy, a passion she just had to seek more of, weird as it was.
"You're doing great," Laffey said, in rare form as she cast her usual sleepiness aside and showed off new things to excite her, particularly the shameless joys of sucking on a ft, black dick. It was a shock the other Destroyers rolled with, strange as it was, falling deeper into this pleasure and heat as they pushed on firmer for the sake of utter unraveling, pushed to the brink but doing her best. Ayanami kept sucking and indulging until the spit was dripping down from her lips onto the other girls' cheeks, and that was when finally, Laffey drew her back. "Okay, Z23, it's your t--"
The Iron Blood ship was ready to prove herself without restraint, as she took every inch she could fit of the cock into only into her mouth, but down into her throat, choking on the cock as she forced herself to take it, which above even the startled approval and encouragement from Laffey, earned a cry of, "You dirty little girl, suck that black cock all the way down!" from Ark Royal, whose outburst was simply incapable of dealing with it, a hopeless and shaky expression as she came against her fingers. But the Destroyers didn't concern themselves with it, too focused on the huge cock they were sharing.
"Let's finish him together," Laffey said, satisfied she had shown the Destroyers the pleasure they could find, and all four tongues happily descended upon the black man's raging cock, which ached and pulsated with the steadily approaching crash of pleasure that they were all shamelessly in pursuit of .They felt overjoyed knowing they were well on their way to making him so happy, pushing quicker into this fever and finding that they were having a blast licking this cock together. With Laffey guiding them, they were all where they wanted to be, all savouring the shameless advance and surrender that they could lose themselves to.
They weren't getting off from this right in the moment, but it didn't matter; they felt amazed and overwhelmed, awestruck by the huge cock they worshiped and savouring the utter chaos of what took them, pleasure driving them into a state so bizarre and hazy and wild that they were ready to receive their reward: the eruption of this huge cock all over their faces. The Destroyers took a huge facial together, whinge and howling as the erupting spunk streaked across four big, bright faces at once, the man receiving ample praise for his huge load from all of them as in turn Ark Royal praised the Destroyers with another shaky orgasm and a feverish, exhausting rush of pure satisfaction.
In spite of Ark Royal's "type", she hadn't been paying too much attention to Nagato nearby, as the petite Battleship halfway lay on top of the edge of a table, steady pumps thrusting into her tight pussy and forcing it open, making her whine under the pressure and the fever of what hit her. It was excitement in perhaps too intense a means to be able to help, as she held her legs out wide and clung tightly to him. "I can't scream too loud," she whined. "But you make me want to. It's really big, and you're not... Nngh, you're not too gentle, but I like it that way. Please keep going."
The helpless weirdness that washed over her was so strange and so senseless that Nagato didn't know how to respond to it, but she was absolutely certain of her needs to keep giving in to it, tightening up under all of this fever. She wanted to do her best, holding onto him tightly. She felt like she wanted more, even as he stretched her out and filled her more than she could bear. As dizzy as she felt, Nagato wanted this, and the idea of losing herself to this joy felt too good to be able to resist. As he filled her, she got to learn just what she was signing up for, and no matter how much she should have held herself together, screams of, "Fuck me harder!" rang out and broke down at every shred of calm inside her.
Yamashiro went at the cock in front of her with feline indulgence, giving swift and playful licks along the hefty, black dick resting upon her face. Little mewls and expressions of pure hunger showed her clumsy desire to keep pushing, and helped her ground herself in what she was doing. She didn't bring her hands into this at all, keeping them up in paw-like positions with adorable fire as she worshiped the cock all over, bringing it a love and a praise she was completely incapable of resisting. There didn't feel like a whole lot of normalcy or sanity to this mess, the pleasure coming on hotter.
"I wish Fusou was here, too. We could have so much fun together, and you could give us both kittens!" She wasn't able to hold back her excitement, licking harder, hoping she could bring a man home to share with her older sister, but amid her wild and wicked greed, she was absolutely incapable of holding back, bringing forward a rush of utter surrender. Her reckless and needy worship all over the black cock brought her on a big, creamy treat to enjoy, as the man came all over her face, hosing her cute expression down with hot ropes of creamy, messy jizz that spread the biggest smile across her face.
With so many women around her indulging in black dick, Tosa found herself in a startlingly hot and overwhelming rush of emotions she didn't feel prepared to face: down on her knees, she knelt behind a man bent forward, letting his cock sink its way down into her cleavage as she pushed her face into his ass and indulged hard in the most chaotic and wild of desires. "I've never done anything like this before," she moaned, holding her chest together while licking up and down the man's ass, throwing herself into the most heated and most shameless of indulgences, lavishing him with oral praise as thorough and as intense as could be.
"Well you're a natural," the man groaned, shoving back against her tongue and savouring the clumsy fever and need that followed, coming on stronger and greedier under this mess. It was a lot, but the pleasure kept pushing, and Tosa met every last bit of the chaos and the fire, ready to handle it and do what she could to push on. Her tongue lavishing praise against his ass hole and her plump chest wrapped firm around his cock brought on pleasure she didn't even fully understand the depths of until she was pushing him into a state of pure surrender. He came with a hard grunt and a buck of his hips, blowing his load down her cleavage and letting Tosa learn just how sensitive and ripe for the loving a black man's ass was.
With her tits barely contained inside of her dress, Gloucester lay on her back a needy mess, whining, "Breed me," as she fell into a creamy delirium, one that she absolutely loved. Having traded her maid outfit out for a qipao, she was now trading out refinement and calm for getting black bred, her body rocked and jerked about under the wild satisfaction and pressure of pure joy, a satisfaction keeping her fitful. "I've never felt so full in my life, but I want it now. I want you to fuck me so hard I learn to rave black cock, and I want to be fucked until I'm pregnant!"
Gloucester knew she was being loud and greedy and completely unable to hold herself back, but she was having so much fun that it didn't matter, indulging harder and needier in something that took her by storm. She felt far too good to control herself, and her cries of wanton ecstasy were only going to get worse and needier as she let them rip through her. This was too much to deal with, its wildest excesses keeping her plunged in a rush of greedy haze so powerful that she couldn't believe it all. It was messy and primal, but as he slammed deep into her and pinned her down with hard slams to fill her up, it was also everything she wanted, feeding her howling shrieks harder.
Akagi and Kaga both lay spread out on a divan together, legs up in the air and over the shoulders of the black men eagerly drilling into them as they lay close, but also oddly apart, lying on different lengths of the furniture and not really meeting as their attention focused in on the men pounding them, staring straight up and losing themselves to this wild ecstasy together.
"I might just have to keep you from going back to the Eagle Union," Akagi moaned, fingers digging into the chest of the man atop her, his cock steadily pounding into her snug hole and bringing her all the wild heat and ecstasy she needed most. It was potent and wicked, inducing wild rushes she knew she was able to roll with as the tension built and ached, threatening to spiral into pure chaos if it kept up. Her elegant red dress was hiked up and bunched around her narrow waist, the wide open side-cleavage she offered up a view of bouncing wildly as she took on the treatments, lost to the shameless heat and the fuzzy joys that hit without pause or sense. "This cock is too nice to let go of."
The frenzied eyes and hopeless, hungry greed she stared up at him with was an expression of complete fever, an expression of every desire and hopeless need she wanted to lose herself to. Akagi felt a fundamental need underline everything she did, burning with a possessive five and a lust she wanted nothing more than to keep losing to. Her fingers pressed firmer into his chest, expressing the shaky heat and the idea of completely letting go. She felt greedy, but as her pussy got stretched out like never before around the thrill of a girthy, black cock ramming deep into her, she didn't know how could she could have said no. It was wild desperation, a bliss that kept pushing her deeper.
Just a couple feet away, Kaga's chest was barely contained inside of her own dress, her legs curled over the shoulders of the black man pumping deeper into her, and she held on with enough firmness to lift her butt up off the cushion a little bit as her own intensity washed over her. "This feels so good," she moaned, deep in the wine and giving up a drunken expression of wild joy as she let it all take her by storm. It was a lot, but its deepest excesses felt oddly steady, felt welcome as she got drilled into. It was a lot, but she was all too eager to meet it, letting her clumsy moans express the deepest depths of her newfound adorations.
Reaching her hand out, she tried to find Akagi's, only to notice how possessively her sister held onto the man fucking her, the red-clad woman's strappy heels up high over his shoulders, which in turn made Kaga, in a weird and clumsy state of her own jealous need for her sister's attention, tugging the man down against her, making him push her legs into her upper body as he folded her in half for a much more intense position. "I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am," she said, reaching to scratch her sister behind the ears and finally get her attention.
"I love this!" Akagi gasped. "We have to keep them. Both of them. We can spend so much time together getting fucked. Nngh, but this one is mine, and if you lay a hand on hi, you'll regret it." She smiled, reaching finally to meet her sister's hand, holding it tight. "I've always wanted to get fucked side by side with you. Can we go into a different position? I want to taste those lips?" She spoke to her sister, but with words meant for the men fucking them, as she wavered in the possessive fever of craving the man fucking her, but also craving her sister, inducing weird, winding swells of panic she didn't try to do anything about.
But the men both obliged. They turned the two Sakura Empire girls around and pushed them onto all fours, facing them into the corner of the divan in a way that let the sisters meet, clumsily shoving into a kiss as sloppy and as hot as could be. They were helpless, needy, indulging in a weird and hazy chaos that they were all too happy to lose themselves to. The locking of their lips together signalled a mutual willingness to lose themselves to this, a desire growing further out of control, outrageous and wild, driven by this incestuous kiss to new levels of pure heat.
Their drunken bodies wavered as they got filled from behind, as they took the pleasure as hard and as hot as it came. They were both completely unable to hold themselves back from all this wild chaos, breasts heaving, threatening to burst out of their dresses as they got stretched out wide by the huge dicks. "Make us yours, and then we'll make you ours," Akagi promised with a twisted, jealous rumble so hot that it promised both men madness, with Kaga moaning in agreement and desperation, letting her own possessive side shine through harder with the drink flowing, the same kind of bad as her sister could be. It was insanity, but an insanity they were both eager to face.
Together, the sisters eagerly unraveled, giving in to the hopeless, pulsating ecstasy, moaning and heaving, grabbing at one another in clumsy expressions of complete devotion. They were helpless here, clinging without much restraint or care, needing only to spiral into complete sensation. It was too good, and as they got their pussies pumped full of black men's cum, they hung tighter to one another, clinging like they never had before in desperate pursuit of some shred of calm, holding on and begging for understanding.
Although in the aftermath and the warm glow that followed, a lingering little flare hit Kaga, who had the clarity to ask, "Where did Amagi go? And Tosa?"
"Tosa's around, but I haven't seen her in..." Akagi furrowed a brow, looking around the ballroom. she didn't see their sister at a glance, but just as quickly, she stopped worrying, pressing her butt back firm against her man's lap. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure she's having fun."
Amagi was already in her room, although not because she was tired. Lying on her side, she pressed back against the strong chest and firm arms of the man who had just fucked several loads into her at once, whose hands toyed with her breasts as he gave her a slow and sweet round of cuddle sex in the aftermath of what he'd done. "Don't pull out," Amagi purred. "If you do, all your cum is going to leak out, and I want to feel it inside me all night." She ground back against him, purring sweetly as the lazy, snuggling lust continued on only messier and wilder. It was strange and hot and everything she needed all in once.
"So should I just keep my cock in you all night?" he asked. He kept thrusting with lazy intent, but didn't expect the response from her it got. The thought of him keeping his dick inside of her all night pushed her into a state of frenzy so pure and so greedy that it didn't make much sense. She came hard, a gooey rush of desire and delight pushing against her as she begged down around his cock, snug needs and desperations pulling him over the edge. He came hard inside of her, grunting and pushing forward as he filled her up again. "Fine, I won't pull out," he promised, as she turned back to kiss him and squealed in relief and delight.
"Breed me in a circle of these little girls!" Ark Royal shrieked, falling into the joy of getting fucked in a circle of seven Destroyers all squealing as their tiny bodies got stuffed full of black dick. In addition to the four she'd been spying on, Hanazuki, Vampire, and L'Opiniâtre all formed a loose circle around the perverted woman who lay on her back, getting mating pressed by another black men while his companions all rutted the squealing Destroyers. It was excessive and depraved, but its wildest indulgences brought on pleasures so intense and so wicked that it felt too good for Ark Royal to resist it all.
This was ecstasy. She got to combine her desire to get fucked with the fact that all around her were needy Destroyers getting broken in by cocks, their noises of pleasure tinged with panic and a roughness that only fed her desires, made her crave more as she took this pounding on with little clarity or sense. Every moan ringing from the girls around her fed a twisted satisfaction for Ark Royal, begging to be bred but for these Destroyers to be bred, too. She refused to shy away from how sorely she needed it all, how much she wanted that degree of utter surrender and satisfaction she raved. It was a perfect swell of everything she wanted to feel taking her at once. Pure ecstasy in her gooey indulgence, looking around all the girls, wondering which of the Destroyers would let her suck the cum out of them.
Gangut and Avrora were two things. They were very drunk, and they were very horny. The combination brought on an excessive rush of absolute surrender as the two Northern Parliament ships worked their plush chests up and down a black cock together, nipples pressed snug in place and rubbing together as they worked. "So big. You deserve the most of our..." Avrora couldn't even finish her sentence, mumbling and shuffling about, cheeks bright red as she pushed firmer into the chaos and indulgence that took her. She felt herself utterly incapable of holding onto sense as she tried to pay it ample praise.
"We do not have mem like you," Gangut moaned, "We should change this." She was enthralled by the cock she worked at, feeling it pulsate between her and Avrora's breasts, unable to keep her eyes off his shaft and burning for more of this shameless need. The raw ecstasy was completely devoid of apology or sense, but that was what made it so good, what brought on waves of crushing joy. Both ships worked to use their ample chests to satisfy their man, and the reward for all their reckless effort was cum erupting all over their faces, catching the two off guard but making them fumble in against one another, leaning in with shaky kisses and desires that would only make them both ache harder when they realized they had to settle who he'd fuck first.
Algérie found herself very popular with the men at the ball; four of them swarmed her, pushing their black cocks into her pretty face and demanding her attention. She felt driven to do her part, driven to prove her devotion and her desire as she offered up her mouth, hands and breasts to the commotion. A wild, sprawling blowbanging wasn't something she'd been ready for, but she pushed herself with raw expectation into the deep end and met what the men wanted from her, working now to bring them a pleasure and a satisfaction they could be happy with.
Swapping around between all these dicks was a lot to try and deal with, but Algérie found her place, found a nice, steady groove by which she could push herself into a pleasure too tireless to help. The fucking of her mouth and her chest, the indulgence of her hands stroking cocks slick with her own spit and throat slop, brought on emotions so reckless and so wild that all Algérie fully understood was her need to keep going and the brilliant joy of getting used so utterly. She felt unbeatable, and as the cum all rained down upon her, all she could think about was how good it would feel to lose herself to even more.
As two of the Eagle Union representatives, both Essex and Baltimore were already intimately familiar with black dick, not needing to learn anything about their impressive sizes; they already knew it all. But that only made it more fun and freeing to throw themselves into some relaxation, both letting their black dresses, whether Essex's frilly grown with a wide open cleavage window or Baltimore's sleek, leg-exposing ensemble, come away for the sake of inviting in some meaty dicks to claim them.
Essex could not hold her liquor. She was a lightweight to an almost famous degree among the other Eagle Union girls for just how bad she was at holding herself together. Down on her back on the divan with her legs wrapped tight around the man's waist, she slurred out a hopeless, "Black cock is amazing," as she otherwise lay limp ands accepting, letting the thrusts wear her down with little activity or sense. She didn't have it in her, holding steady and letting her body get rocked into and ravaged with little sense or control, just feverish, merciless rushes of pure ecstasy. "I remember the first time I got blacked, and I never looked back again after that. Nngh, I don't think it was with you though, but you feel good too." She pushed up into clumsy kisses, completely off her rocker but too far gone to be self-conscious about her behavior at all.
Deep in the hopeless fever and lust of giving in. Her drunken surrender was a bit embarrassing, but the man fucking her didn't care much one way or another about how graceful she was in taking his dick, he just wanted to keep filling her up with it, keep fucking her with the confidence and the fire needed to push her over the edge into a deepening hunger too smouldering to help. He pumped hard down into her, feeling her legs lock him in place and beg for his indulgence much too feverishly to be able to hold onto. It was powerful and overbearing, Essex's moans an embarrassing expression of something good and pure, the positivity and thrill of getting dicked down too hard to control herself.
Baltimore had her man down on his back cross-wise from where Essex lay, her dress tugged down to let her ample chest free as she bounced on his cock, throwing herself into the chaos and the hunger without much thought or control. "Do they look nice?' she asked, watching him stare at her ample, heaving chest. "You can admit it. I'm just loosened up enough that I won't be mad if you say something vulgar about my body." She licked her lips, pushing quicker with a wild and forward expression of complete fever. It was a lot to take on at once, overbearing pleasures pushing her to the limit. "Come on. I work hard to keep this body in shape. You can say it."
"I want to suck on these huge tits while I knock you up," the man groaned, wrapping his arm around her body not to pull himself up, but to tug her down a bit, to get her chest heaving damn near right in his face. Her hips rose and fell faster in the feverish expression of unbearable ecstasy he pushed her into, and the pleasures were tailor made to be way more than she could deal with. He got one of her nipples against his lips, and as he latched on to suck on it, Baltimore's moans rose in feverish excitement, a gleeful ecstasy shuddering across her body and imposing its complete desolation of sense. Baltimore asked for drastic responses. She got it.
The two women had shared a position like this before, and they were utterly shameless in expressing their gleeful desires as they got rocked, Baltimore in active control of getting fucked and Essex lying there as limp fuckmeat for a hung black man to use, both playing to their strengths and their needs expertly in courting this crazy heaty. Infectiously sweet moans rang out with hopeless, frustrated delight, a joy that kept on pushing, a hunger and a need that didn't feel like it could be tamed. Losing all control to this chaos brought on deeper, more drastic spirals of want. The tug and turn and pull and twist of these pleasures kept them aching, both girls happy to rekindle the flames. The Eagle Union reps had all been aflutter with excitement over the chance to get their fellow kansen blacked, but to be right there in the thick of the chaos taking these cocks was something else entirely.
"Cum in me and prove it," Baltimore said, defiant and fierce.
By contrast, Essex was heaving and pleading, "Nut inside me, I want to feel warm!" as she twisted about, her drunken state an embarrassment she could unravel and work through come the morning.
It all led to the same moment. That same fiery pulse of ecstasy as both women hit their peaks. Hit their noisy, ferocious rushes of wanton lust, moaning out in pure surrender and desperate unraveling. It was everything they hoped it could be, a push into utter surrender ripping through them with noise and fire and the thunderous thrill of completely fucking abandoning reason. The pleasure and the heat drove them both into noisy crashes, into surrender so wild and so bizarre that they weren't able to help themselves. It all just happened, the flood of cum filling them up and driving them into utter ecstasy. They remained hopelessly aflame, loving the warmth clinging to them as they lingered against their men in breathless, ragged glee.
Scharnhorst choked and sputtered as she forced her way down every inch of black cock she could fit into her throat. It was overbearing in the best of ways, hitting her where she needed it and making her head jerk back up and down with reckless fever. She didn't say anything, a look of fuck-addled need in her eyes as she worshiped the hung black man before her. No time for words, no time to breathe, no time for anything but messy cock adoration, the fullest extent of every burning desire pushing her forward and keeping her in a state of wanton bliss.
Her sister Gneisenau, by contrast, tried to be composed as she licked his balls. "Sister, you're drooling on me again," she said, eyes narrowing as she worked to service the man's balls and keep up with this all, hoping she could push off from Scharnhorst's worsts, but the way she sucked at his nuts belied a growing desire in her. By the end of the night, with her glasses bouncing up and down her nose from how hard she was getting fucked, Gneisenau would be just as far gone as her sister was, and she'd stop caring about anything resembling decency in her indulgent crash.
Down on her hands and knees, Taihou worked at a rush of chaos and fire so much more wicked and wild than she could help. She took one cock from behind, but up front, she had her face buried in another black man's ass and her hand wrapped around his cock. "Breed my hot Sakura Empire pussy with this huge black dick," she whined, shoving back against the man behind her, only to shove forward again and shove her tongue in deep. She was a hopeless, clumsy mess caring only about losing control, and her needs spiraled out of control as she let it go. she knew what she wanted, and pursuit of it was absolute.
The men went along with it, eagerly fucking her holes with deep and vigorous need, meeting her indulgences and satisfying every wicked rush of pleasure to hit stronger and messier. Taihou commanded attention with her gorgeous body, her huge tits dripping with um as they shook and heaved with each slam forward, and she had a nice cycle of pure satisfaction going. "I'm a sex toy for black men now. That's what this perfect body was made for. I understand everything now!"
Nobody complained when Unicorn had brought her stuffed unicorn with her to the ball, and it proved handy as she lay atop a divan with her legs spread, her virginity taken with a swift, singular slam forward. No restraint, no care. Just the greedy push of a cock wasting no time in filling her. "I'll take it," she whined, clinging tighter to U-chan as she held herself together as best she could. Unicorn wanted to show off how much she could handle it, prepared to show off what she could od even if her confidence and her boldness faltered a little under the crushing weight of pure weirdness. "U-chan is here to help me."
His thrusts hastened, and the squeals of panic from the slender girl trying to handle this all became too much to deal with. Unicorn felt overwhelmed, the rushes of heat and panic pushing her harder into a state of frenzied panic that she didn't fully realize was too much for her to take until the rush of orgasmic fire pushed her hard over the edge, into a rush of helpless oblivion. As the man filled her up, she let out the highest, most panicked noises, but her cheeks burned and her legs locked around his back, begging for him to stay inside of her as she whined, "I'll train myself to take black dick and become the best at it!"
"I can handle two of you at once, I'm a pro," Aoba promised, hands on ap air of juicy black dicks she stroked back and forth, both slathered in ample amounts of her spit as she worked to satisfy their needs as thoroughly as she could. The handjobs were a mere complement to the wild deepthroating she pushed on with, sucking the dicks down hard and pushing on harder, seeking to show off what she could do as she pushed her own limits, ready to subject herself to a bit of extra hot chaos just for the sake of flaunting her readiness to serve.
The cocks strained her throat a bit too much, left her dizzy and ragged. Each time she pulled back, she was taking deeper breaths, but still she shoved forward, taking them back down, showing off what she could do in a reckless bid to prove how well she could handle them. She couldn't, but she was ready to let them ravage her body until she learned how, faking it until she made it and getting fucked stupid along the way. Both men could tell, but they had the choice between saying something and cumming all over her cute face, and naturally, they chose the latter.
St. Louis was ready to take the lead in showing off to Littorio and Prinz Eugen what handling black men could bring, the Eagle Union woman in her sleek and sparkly silver dress having courted two other similarly outrageously busty women to join her in indulging together in black men. From elegant chatter to the enticement of some hung studs over to take them, she walked a line of flirtation so confident that it threw the other two women by complete shock right up until the drool-worthy cocks were staring them down and they realized much too late what they were giving up to. St. Louis's excitement to black some of her foreign companions had carried her through the night, but now she had both Littorio and Prinz Eugen ready to lose all control and give up to this pleasure fully.
For St. Louis, that involved sitting atop the lap of her man, pressing her back firm against his strong chest and working with careful, sultry motions along his shaft. "It's been so hard to keep my hands to myself all night," St. Louis confessed, an arm wrapped back around his head and his shoulders, tugging him into greedy kisses that made her head spin in wild excitement, the creeping surrender pushing harder against her limits in the most satisfying and wild of ways. "Almost as hard as your huge, black cock spreading my pussy open." She knew how to play at a man's needs, knew how to get him all worked up and ready, and the firm, confident thrusts he pushed into her with helped show off that readiness as he filled St. Louis with steady, firm strokes.
As he thrust into her from below, the man had his hands all over her oversized chest. Her dress was easy to get out of the way, one shoulder strap falling off her arm and the other barely hanging on, tits out and confidently held within his firm grasp as he pushed on firmer, confidence swelling out of control through each second of his growing indulgence. "How could I not be hard knowing I had a beauty like you waiting to take this ride?" he asked, his confidence bright and fierce as he fondled St. Louis expertly, knowing just how to handle her huge but overwhelmingly sensitive chest, pushing firmer into the needs and the desires that had her spiraling down into mad ecstasy and shaky, vocal glee.
Littorio's own chest could barely stay inside of her dress, heaving as she got fucked doggy style on a divan sitting right across from St. Louis's. "I've never felt so full in my life," she moaned, knees dug in firm against it, hands barely holding herself upright as she got drilled into, her dizzy head trying to settle into some shred of sense and understanding as she simply fell into confusion, a strangeness too hot and too fiery to be able to deal with. Its weirdest excesses burned through her as she tried to make sense of it all, tried to fumble her way through holding on. "How are black cocks so big?" She'd had other girls ask before how she was so busty, and she felt like she finally understood the confusion as each of the well endowed women received a huge cock to go right along with them.
Try as she might to keep herself upright, Littorio just couldn't do it. She flopped face-down onto the cushion, getting fucked prone now as the man effortlessly pushed down to keep fucking her, even finding a harder and steadier angle through which to drill her pussy raw. "The ship girls with the biggest tits are always the ones who ask it the hardest," he said smugly, confirming her frustrations and drawing wild gasps from her lips as she lay there, accepting the limp panic while getting fucked into a state of warm, gooey oblivion and loving every second of it. With all these pleasures surging through her, she felt like she couldn't possibly worry herself with what position she ended up in, as long as she got fucked in it.
That was a thought that Prinz took to heart, given that she wasn't even on one of the sofas, but face-down and ass-up on the floor right between them, holding onto a mostly-emptied bottle of some liqueur she didn't know the name of but also felt she knew intimately. The same applied to the handsome foreigner who pounded into her, with her round ass up high to receive the thrusts while she whimpered and heaved. He took her with a savagery so merciless and so forward that she didn't have a fucking hope of dealing with any of it. "So good," she moaned, heaving in the hazy joy of getting fucked harder and rougher than she had ever experienced before, but she was happy to embrace it, cheeks flush as she got used and ravaged with the most forward and most thorough treatment she could imagine. "Keep going!'
The thrusts didn't stop. Tireless work from the black man fucking the Iron Blood woman senseless kept Prinz in a state of twisting, shuddering euphoria so grand that she didn't care about the position she was in and how overwhelming it all was; she felt herself in far too drastic and far too exciting a state to let such petty concerns bother her, leaving her instead to shift and shudder through a throbbing rush of hazy delights pushing her deeper into confused ecstasy. Prinz could only hold onto one of the two between the bottle and the dignity that said she wasn't in a proud position at all getting fucked like this. She chose the bottle, and moaned harder for this treatment as she gave up fully.
But the man on top of Prinz had other plans for her, abruptly tugging back and pulling out of her. His hand spread her legs out wide, and as he shoved back onto her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, Prinz didn't resist it. Didn't do anything but succumb in hopeless, eager joy to the fierce pleasure rising through her with purpose and demanding heat. Its intensity only further excited her, as she met his lips hotly, keeping her legs spread out for him and allowing him to have her as much as he wanted. "My body is yours to do with as you wish," she whined, not sure that the emptiness she'd struggled with was one she needed to be filling with black cock, but fuck if it didn't feel good to let it run amok on her anyway. The position was a little more dignified, but all Prinz cared about here was meeting his kisses.
All three women moaned their way through getting fucked into the same state of pure euphoria, one that St. Louis already knew full well but Prinz and Littorio were overjoyed to give up to just as hard, letting out wild, shaky moans and heaving rushes of raw satisfaction as their bodies gave in. "Let them cum inside, it's amazing, "St. Louis promised, and neither other woman wanted to stop them, but also probably couldn't stop them, leaving them to crash into the wild heat and throbbing joy of getting creampied raw, Littorio burying her face into thew cushion to muffle her cries and Prinz a thrashing mess so fitful and emotive that she seemed like an entirely different person.
The man who fucked Prinz pulled out of her, his cock pulsating and sticky as their combined fluids clung to his meaty prick, and he decided he wanted to take her somewhere more private. He lifted her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, with her twat visibly leaking his cum as he carried her off to her room so he could continue this with a little more intimacy involved.
Ning Hai rode strong and proud as her hips bucked and she pushed her perky butt down onto the big cock below her. "Am I doing a good job?" she asked, seeing all the women around her getting their pussies filled but wanting to go for a different angle in her approach, stuffing up her backdoor and trying to seek out something to separate her from the pack. Ning Hai hoped it would impress him, hoped she could prove how capable and willing and eager to please she truly was, amid each wild heave up and down, amid each passing second of pure surrender and bafflement.
If nothing else, Ning Hai proved that she could ride out this feverish pleasure and flaunt her wildest needs. "You're doing great," the man responded, giving a smack to her backside and pushing harder on against her. His encouragement made her loud, made her vocal and needy as she reached a wild, senseless peak, rushes of pleasure and pure sensation driving her deeper into ecstasy as she got her ass flooded with cum, and she could not have been happier to let out all of her most needy and shameless of blisses. Her ass had gotten him off, and now, Ning Hai was on a lusty power trip.
Chapayev had curves that no one man could tame. So three tied. Strong arms held her aloft so that three black cocks could tame her ample body at once, one man holding onto her ass as he drilled her pussy, another straddling her chest as she hung in the air, holding her hands and keeping her upright as best he could while he fucked her tits and a black, dripping cock pumped out of her cleavage at the height of each thrust. Another held onto her shoulders, her head rolled back so he could ram his cock right down her throat and push her body well past its limit.
It was raw in ways Chapayev wasn't built for, but within that rawness was utter bliss, a mind-searing satisfaction far too powerful to be able to say no to. Its deepest, wildest excesses pushed her into a state so bizarre and so fierce that she didn't care about anything other than getting rocked by it, thrown hard into the deep end under this burning satisfaction and the wickedness of giving in. She never knew she could handle all of this, but these big cocks driving her into this deep a state of surrender became an amazing lesson she felt happy to learn, overjoyed to keep stumbling deeper, to lose herself fully, until no thoughts remained and only smouldering delight held her.
Rarely did Richelieu get to feel like Gascogne was a sister. As even the quiet robot girl shrieked and babbled out, "I love black cock, I love it so much!" amid wild drags of her tongue against Richelieu's pussy, this proved to be one of those times. Gascogne was a wreck as the sisters sixty-nined down on the floor, a pair of black men happily drilling their pussies while they went. It was a wild and depraved fucklicking on a scale that neither woman had come here expecting, but once they were in the thick of it, it stood as all that either could want, overbearing desires driving them into this most perfect state of complete fucking surrender. It was too much.
Knowing that Gascogne felt this good helped inspire her own hopeless surrender, a sinking thrill pushing harder against her as she continued to lick with fever, lapping at not only her sister's pussy, but the cock spreading it open. She was awash with too many ecstasies to believe, desire throbbing across her body and pushing her to keep going while also plunging her further into the deep end. Richelieu wanted only to give up to this fully, pleading, "I've never felt so close to my sister before. Breed us so we can always remember today!" she pleaded, and all too happily, the men gave her what she begged for, filling her up and sending them both crashing into the deep end of wild ecstasy.
Jean Bart's dress was so scandalously short in the first place that she barely even needed to bend over to entice the man she'd been chatting with to take her, but as he grabbed her ponytail and rammed into her ass, he showed off a reckless fever so much more depraved and wild than she'd been prepared for, shrieking as he stuffed her full and took great, vigorous delight in fucking her as hard as he could. The rough and shameless fucking she received was so much more intense than she felt capable of dealing with, but in a good way, as she doubled down on handling it, showing a brave face and letting him ravage her harder and greedier. "You're strong," she groaned, and it felt like the only response she could give as the bottom fell out and she spiraled further into complete fucking disarray.
But she couldn't hide how good it felt. Even the manhandling fever behind his thrusts was more than she felt capable of dealing with, and the deepening ecstasies plunged her into something reckless and hot. She was loud, she was inexhaustible, and she did everything she could to try and hold herself together while hopelessly failing to hold any of it together. An overbearing and intense anal orgasm showed Jean Bart new frontiers of ecstasy so potent and so shameless that she found herself whining, "Don't you dare fuck my pussy now that you've shown me how good this feels. Break my ass in deeper."
Monarch found some silver lining in how the qipao gesture had been largely overlooked; her elegant dress was definitely not overlooked by the black man who had been striking up conversation with her at the table. She, Saint Louis, and Roon had been enjoying food and conversation when a trio of black men arrived to chat them up, their presence and attention suddenly lighting up a fire inside the women, who grew more and more eager to learn and to indulge until, with the rest of the place breaking down into orgiastic fever, the three women gave in too, reckless and greedy and totally unable to help themselves.
Saint Louis had been whisked up off of her feet, her elegant white and blue dress effortlessly dragged up so that she could be given a steady, feverish carry fuck, and the buxom kansen wrapped her limbs around his strong body to hold on as tightly as she could. "Blessed be the Lord who has brought me together with you, and shown me the joys of black cock!" she gasped, the woman of deep faith certainly finding new reasons to appreciate her situation as she got filled so thoroughly, long legs and strong arms holding around his body even tighter, begging herself firmer against him. Her ample tits squished down against his chest, which was the only thing keeping them inside of her dress now, firmly holding them in place and keeping them from bouncing so hard they popped out.
But she didn't care. The wild thrill of her thoughts melting away into a deluge of lust and fever proved much too powerful for her to care, getting drilled into harder and hotter, the pleasures demanding completely satisfaction that she was all too happy to give in to. His thrusts were forward and reckless, challenging her body to keep up with a hastening trend toward crashing and burning in hopeless bliss, and it felt almost too good to handle. Its deepest excesses demanded utter surrender now, demanded her praise and her adoration be focused onto the man from the Eagle Union stuffing her Iris Libre pussy as full as it could go. The flurry of kisses she buried his face and neck in felt like woefully insufficient reverence, but they would form a strong foundation for all her love to come.
Having gone from enjoying eating at the table to being an attraction on the table, Monarch's qipao had been pulled up high, her gorgeous, sleek legs hanging off and hanging in the air, albeit not quite up too high, as she got filled with primal fever, fucked hard and left to heave, breasts bouncing as she lay flat, but only because she kept letting go of her man. She tried to wrap her arms around him and holding herself much more upright. "All these girls, and you singled out me to take interest in. I can't express how much that means to me." She ached, feeling the vindicating thrill of a huge black cock pumping into her pussy with intent and purpose. It brought on a sense that someone cared, pushing aside all of her worries and inferiorities to instead circle around to a brilliant flare of pure validation.
"Your legs are perfect," the man replied. "I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and I wanted to get between them." Her legs shifted against his sides as he spoke, her arms wrapping around his back and tugging herself upright more. Monarch's heels hung off of her feet, dangling precariously as she continued to give in with dizzy fire and fever to pleasures that wanted her absolute surrender. There didn't feel like much sense to be found here, just the steady march into chaos and surrender. Every thrust and word helped further Monarch's desires to be right here, and she didn't care what it took to keep this rolling, she simply craved more of it.
Roon's hands braced for balance against the table so she could stand mostly upright, shoving back against the man fucking her, her dress tugged up high and then undone behind the neck, opening it up so that it flopped down and her ample chest was right there for him to touch as much as he wanted to. "Mm, I've caught a good one," she moaned, licking her lips as she worked back to meet him, pressing against his strong chest while her filled her from behind. It was a lot to take on, but Roon felt confident in handling all of it, her vocal indulgence hot and bright as she soaked up his attention. "Pinch my nipples, come on. You can get rough with me, I want it."
He did as she said, getting firmer and greedier with her nipples, pinching them while he felt her up, and her moans rang out hotter and needier as he pushed. There wasn't a shred of care or restraint here; everything he did was reckless and forward, pushing upon her without a whole lot of care or control, but it was al so much more intense than could be dealt with. She melted under his touch, the noises she made getting an edge of wicked fever and excitement, a pressure that rose on stronger as she tried to deal with it all. Roon was completely unable to hold herself back, feeling the tinges of pain only feed her needs hotter, pushing her to demand more in feverish bliss.
As they got filled with cum, each woman responded differently, Roon, full of heat and greed as she slammed her hips back as hard as she could. Monarch begged for relief and sensation to prove that she was wanted and welcome, collapsing into the feverish rush of way too many ideas to be able to hold herself together. She felt so good, felt like she was burning under this wild heat and all of the chaos that accompanied it, and as long as she could seek that out, she had everything she needed. For Saint Louis, it was a downright religious experience, muttering prayers in desperate, ragged joy as she held on tight to the man and simply could not for the life of her let go.
Hermione had never worshiped a cock before, but she knew if she was going to do it, she'd have to do it right. So, as she pushed forward, she licked and slobbered all over not only the huge, rigid cock in front of her, but also the dark, swollen nuts begging for her attention. Her tongue worked in broad motions to slather spit all along every inch of dick she could find, praising him with as much fire as she could. "Do you like this?' she asked, staring up at him while rubbing her face against his cock amid her wild motions. she didn't show off much restraint or control, pushing on to satisfy every urging and desire he showed while she serviced him. There wasn't a shred of calm here, and everything Hermione did felt like a deeper, more drastic expression of hopeless need.
But as he came all over her face, she knew it was worth it, making out with his erupting cock head as she let him blow his load all over her face and right into her mouth. She swallowed, hopeless and needy and completely fucking incapable of holding herself back. Hermione had found a new way to serve, a new desire, a new purpose. She wouldn't let it go that easily.
Cleveland and Columbia both got swept off their feet by a pair of familiar friends, a pair of spunky Eagle Union girls happily crying out in joy as they got blacked again. "I've been waiting all night to stop pretending that I didn't want your cock inside me!" Columbia gasped, folded in half as she got full nelson fucked as hard and as steadily as she could take. She faced her sister, Cleveland, in a similar position, the two girls leaning forward in the few inches they could even muster, meeting with kisses and sloppy hunger while they got stuffed full of dick and pushed into the state they craved so thoroughly.
"I'm glad you got to us, you two are my favorites," Cleveland moaned, loving the primal joy of getting slammed onto a huge dick and pushed into senseless surrender. There was nothing better than this, and the Light Cruiser could not believe how nicely everything came together as she let these overbearing feelings push her limits, demanding more and more from her until she simply couldn't hold on any longer. With needy expressions of wild heat and throbbing, heaving bliss, she let herself go, unraveling at the seams as the pleasures ripped through her. She was incapable of arguing with it, but as she and her sister took mind-meltingly good creampies, they saw no reason to want anything less.
The black man who had been chatting up Massachusetts all night had done nothing to keep his gaze from her plump chest, and when the ball devolved into an orgy, she didn't pretend she wasn't alright with opening up to it. He sat at the table, eating while she slipped underneath it and brought her chest down around his cock. "I'll want you to take me to my room and do more to me," she said, pushing firmer on for his pleasure. "But for now, I just want to get familiar with your cock." Her breasts were how she did that, working firmer and more confidently to get him off, all while she felt his length, his thickness, the shape and even the slight curve of it all.
She had a bit of a habit among the Eagle Union girls; each black man who fucked her could attest that she learned her way around the intricacies of his cock and blew his mind with thorough pleasure of every inch of it. She would not be anything but excellent, no matter what she had to do and no matter how thoroughly she had to work at it. Massachusetts was a dutiful ship who worked with intent to make each man she bedded lose his mind with ecstasy. She proved that now, making him cum all overhear chest as she pushed him to his limit, holding firm. "You could break in some fresh Sakura Empire jailbait pussy tonight, but you'll be pumping me full of cum instead, won't you?"
Sovetskaya Rossiya moaned in baffled, overjoyed bliss as she held her feet firmly on the ground, jerking back and forth in delirious need between the two black cocks buried inside of her. Her holes relented to the fullness and the dominance that they fucked her with, opening up to accept the oversized penetrations as best she could, aflame with so many dizzying little pulses of hunger that she could barely keep her head on straight through what happened. "Give me more," she moaned, hands roaming across the strong bodies she got sandwiched between, and she felt she could do anything as she met their indulgence with fierce readiness and a steady desire to lose all control. She could not be held back from what she craved.
"We'll give you all you want," the one fucking her ass groaned, treating her to a new height of joy as erupting shots of molten spunk filled up her greedy holes. Rossiya was awash with panic and noise as she let herself melt under these raw satisfactions, under the sweet thrill of losing all control for something too brilliant to be able to help. She was stuck here, a gasping wreck collapsing under the weight of her own needs and spiraling into pure chaos and haze as she came crashing down. Cum filled her up, and that forced out all the pent-up cries of ecstasy, pleading for more in her native tongue and too fuck-drunk to even realize she was speaking in it.
Belfast, Illustrious, and Sirius all held much more confidently and firmly to the idea that while, yes, the arrival of a horde of black men from the Eagle Union had overshadowed their qipaos, but it was so easy to charm over some of said black men, muttering to themselves in curious delight about how much they wanted to see what the big deal was, and before they knew it, all three women got more than they bargained for, but in perhaps the best way of all.
Lined up one by one, three of Her Majesty's proudest ships had their legs up in the air while dark skinned foreigners mating pressed them into wild oblivion.
"I didn't know you would like my dress that much!" Illustrious gasped, her huge tits barely contained inside of her qipao in the first place, one wide hip exposed, everything about her presence calling out, even if unwittingly, to be taken, and now Illustrious could savour that, moaning hotter and harder as she got pushed into such a wild, swampy rush of pure excitement and satisfaction. "Oh, but you I'm glad you like it so much. It's nice to know you think I look so good in it!" Her squeals grew messier and fiercer as she let the thrusts push her limits, embracing the wild heat and the hopeless want that kept her throbbing. She didn't care about holding herself together, spilling further and further away from focus as she let these passions run wildly amok across her body.
Harder thrusts down into Lusty's waiting and ready pussy kept her moaning, kept her hot. She was the clueless one, not nearly as aware of her sex appeal and just how much her pristine, fair, abundant body was almost tailor made to draw the eyes of a man like the only presently atop her and obliterating her thoughts. She hung there in needy excitement, pressing firm against him as she felt how deep his cock could reach, burning for more and letting out the most adorably hopeless noises. She was woefully unprepared for any of this, but in a lot of ways that was everything she wanted to feel.
"If you wanted to impregnate me, you could," Illustrious whined, breaking down a bit more, whining and heaving under this delight. She felt needy and reckless, bucking against the pleasure upon her. "I-if we're going to have sex this intense, it should be for something. So you can make me a mother. It's okay, I'm ready for it."
Belfast ached under the thrill of her own feverish and intense mating press, loving the pleasures that hit her so strongly, that pushed into this drastic state of utter indulgence. Unraveling and aching as she did came with so many more feelings and panics than she felt she could ever possibly deal with. "You can breed me too," she whined, pressing her legs tighter in against the man's hips, desperate to keep feeling this pleasure, to keep losing herself to a weird and hazy ecstasy that felt too great to deal with. "Mm, I didn't even know that cocks could reach this far into me, but maybe I just haven't been fucking the right men. And I think you know what I mean there." Her burning, rumbling delight pushed on firmer, as dutiful thrusts imposed their wild heat upon her.
Sirius wasn't capable of even that. The usually restrained ship, who didn't emote very much or say a whole lot, was in a state of frenzied desperation now so potent that she couldn't even pretend to be in control of herself. Rather than talking much, she responded with noise, with the shaky, hazy expressions of fumbling bliss so intense that Sirius didn't feel like she needed to say anything; she simply expressed it through molten surrender and a raw need to lose all control and perspective for the sake of something hotter. The brilliant, throbbing heat that pushed her brought on so many feelings and needs. The girthy cock hammering harder and rougher into her pussy brought her a rush of utter satisfaction that nothing could match.
"She's enjoying herself so much," Illustrious moaned. "E-even more than I am, I think. I'm glad. Sirius, you need this. I think we all need this... Oh, I wish my sisters could be here so they could get bred beside me. That would be perfect!' Illustrious tightened up, holding firmer onto the man, desperate to let him keep running amok through her. Her breasts popped right out of her qipao, but she didn't even consider slowing down, allowing the heat to keep pushing her limits, wanting it so badly that she didn't know how to hold onto any of this. She fell deeper, fumbling into a foggy rush of pure surrender and chaos.
"What if we bring some home with us?" Belfast asked, drunkenly clinging tighter to the man, fumbling about and trying to push against him, hands running down his body and gripping firmly onto his ass. "Imagine if we got all of the members of Her Majesty's fleet bred by black men. They'd feel so amazing!"
Sirius's agreement and approval came, yet again, through shrieking ecstasy, through a panic so loud and so wicked that none of it really felt sensible or rooted in anything but pure madness. It was better that was, bucking faster and wilder into a surrender so fierce and so hungry that it felt too good to be true. The three of them came on hard and fierce and without a whole shred of sense, pleasure burning stronger and needier through their bodies as it all circled around into something completely senseless, a throbbing rush of desires hitting ever stronger and ever messier.
Side by side, all three women lost themselves, howling out in wild bliss as their bodies succumbed to crushing fire and hopeless, wanton joy. The thrill of feeling black cocks erupting readily into the ecstasy and joy of giving in, embracing pleasure as hot as could be. The feeling of their wombs flooding up with cum pushed them into the haze of joy, feeling bred and satisfied, but not satisfied enough, not able to deal with the shaky desires and delights that came on stronger and messier. It was Belfast who had the courage to act first at something more.
Her head slipped up toward the ear of the man lingering inside of her, hands gripping his ass tighter, fingers circling in slowly against his hole. "Thank you so much for breeding my pussy. I want to service you however you want to in thanks." But she was already indicating what she wanted, and she was hopelessly unashamed about seeking it as she clung to him, eyes gleaming with need and steadiness.
She got what she wanted, dragged up and given a change of pace as the black man lay down where she had and kicked his own legs up, not to offer up his cock, but to offer his ass hole to the Light Cruiser, who didn't even blink as she threw herself to her knees in front of him, grabbing hold of his cock and holding it steady, even as it felt wet and sticky in her hand, diving in to shove her tongue against his ass hole and rim him with all of the fever and attention she could muster, hopeless devotion and greed showing off just how sorely she wanted to lose all control. She pushed forward in emboldened desire and lost all sense of calm or control for the sake of giving so thoroughly up to her deepest, greediest wants.
"I've always wanted to do this, and no better time to overcome my anxieties than to praise an amazing black man," Belfast explained, needy and helpless as she gave his ass the sloppy eating she felt it deserved, holding herself to the indulgence with little care left for anything but how good it felt to keep pushing. She stared at him, holding his cock forward and out of the way so she could lock eyes with him, nose rubbing against his balls as she pushed to revere him much more thoroughly. "And when I get you off, if you want to pin me down and breed me again, I think I'd really like that."
Sirius and Illustrious saw what Belfast was doing and couldn't possibly contain their own desires, begging to serve their men too, though they had different ideas. For Illustrious, it meant getting pulled to her knees, staring down the huge cock that had just bred her, and without even blinking, she threw herself into feverish worship of every inch of it. There wasn't a shred of calm here, nothing containable or sane to hold back the feverish pleasures she pushed in with, slathering the cock with her spit and holding herself to something that felt completely unrefined, but in a way she could own, a way she could hold much more firmly onto. Illustrious wanted to find a good groove and not get too worked up and carried away by the chaos that hit her.
"Even licking your cock feels so good," she moaned. Illustrious couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy, playing with herself as she serviced his cock harder and needier, full of needs and fevers that kept her falling deeper, stumbling into a state much too aimless to deal with, and its uncontrollable fires burned deep within her. Overwhelmed by a need to indulge in her new lusts, Illustrious grew ever more certain that this was what she wanted, playing with her dripping pussy and shoving his cum back into herself, expressing a surprisingly unrefined and indecent show of pure heat as she let these feelings all burn wildly through her. Its deepest, most raw excesses came on with stormy indulgence, and she didn't feel like she could possibly argue now with the thrill of losing all control.
Sirius didn't even have the chance to act on her own feverish worship, as the man fucking her simply turned her around so that her head hung off of the edge of the divan instead, and rammed his cock right down her throat. A fierce and brutal facefucking was all that she received, but as she lay there in overwhelmed, overstimulated ecstasy, that proved to be all she really fucking wanted. Hopeless greed and desire spiraled around inside of her thoughts, keeping her in this hungry and hopeless position, keeping her seeking increasingly feverish amounts of indulgence, as her legs remained up in the air and she rubbed at her leaking pussy, happy to keep pushing and indulging in pleasures that quickly spiraled out into utter madness.
With spit bubbling around her lips, she threw herself into the undeniable fire and ferocious indulgence of pleasures so much more satisfying than she could deal with. With each slam of the black cock down her throat, she found herself just a little more recklessly aflame with excitement over being taken, just a little more ready to see it through. Belfast's vocal appreciation of her man's ass and Illustrious's sweet praise of the cock she licked worked, but Sirius felt like her offering of her throat as a fucktoy for the man holding her down and using it as hard as he could was the most singularly perfect show of devotion, one that she didn't want to pull back from for a second.
Each showing their burning love in different ways and letting all reason melt into pure sensation, the pleasure and forward bliss of orally pleasuring the men who had creampied paid off brilliantly. Belfast tugged her man's cock toward her face so that she could take his load all over, appreciatively moaning as her tongue wriggled against his hole and held firm in that indulgence. Illustrious opened her mouth wide as she finished her man with a hand, letting him blow his messy load wherever he wanted, swallowing what she could get and letting the rest linger. Without any real option on how she took it, Sirius simply accepted the flood of cum down her throat as she fingered herself to her need peak, legs trembling and shaking in the air as she lost herself, filled with a gooey need for more cum again.
Fortunately, the men were ready to turn their girls around and breed their pussies all over again.
"Do you want me?" Georgia asked, eyes flickering with delight as she worked her breasts atop the big, aching cock before her with perfect control. "Do you want to pin me down onto the table and fuck me until my eyes roll back and I'm begging to be bred like some needy Royal Navy tramp? Because you can do that, but only if you cum all over my tits and my face. I want to see that you're man enough to do the job, and I trust black men are, but I can never be sure." Her tongue dragged along her lips and she admired the way he throbbed in her cleavage; it was a good push, but she wanted more.
Georgia's rumbling tease played at every need within the men she bedded, trying to make them go extra hard on her by riling them up and pushing them to reach a pleading heat so hopeless that they'd pound her raw given the chance, and she found the best results in being vocal and shameless. There didn't need to be anything to worry about as she pressed on firmer and proved her indulgence, proved what she could offer him as she worked for his satisfaction above all else to an almost drunken degree. Georgia got what she wanted; got cum splattering all over her face and coating her tits, but she wasn't full of praise yet. She wouldn't be until she was full of something thick, too.