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Summary

The text describes an intense sexual encounter between Doug and Katrina, characterized by Doug's multiple orgasms and the voluminous ejaculation he experiences.

Abstract

In a vivid depiction of a passionate sexual experience, Doug is described as having an exceptionally powerful and prolific ejaculation that surprises Katrina with its force and quantity. His penis is metaphorically compared to a "battering ram from hell" as it pounds into Katrina, and his semen to a "geyser of gooey cock-sauce" that fills her. The narrative emphasizes the mutual pleasure of the encounter, with Katrina experiencing multiple orgasms in response to Doug's seemingly endless ability to come. The exact number of his ejaculations is playfully dismissed as irrelevant in the face of their shared ecstasy.

Opinions

  • Doug's sexual performance is portrayed as exceptionally potent and enduring.
  • The volume of Doug's ejaculate is humorously exaggerated, suggesting he has an inexhaustible supply.
  • Katrina's experience is one of extreme pleasure, with each of Doug's orgasms triggering multiple orgasms for her.
  • The text conveys a sense of awe and admiration for Doug's sexual prowess, likening his ejaculations to natural phenomena like geysers.
  • There is a humorous tone in the description of Doug's sexual capabilities, downplaying the need to quantify his orgasms and emphasizing the enjoyment of the experience.

QUICK AND DIRTY SHORTFORM SEX

Doug Exploded Inside Of Katrina’s Wet Pussy Like A Live Torpedo Going Off!

How many times could this man make her come?

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She felt Doug’s huge cock pounding into her cunt like a battering ram from hell.

He let loose another creamy, steaming splash of protein cream spilling into her eager pussy.

It was strange.

Most men came and you didn’t really feel their jizz-juice spilling inside of her body, but Doug was a goddamn geyser of gooey cock-sauce.

Katrina was pretty sure the man had a hydraulic system connected to an ocean and a half of DNA-spray. His balls must hold a hundred gallons of steaming sack-sauce, judging from the way he kept on coming.

And every time he would come, Katrina would come at least twice, enough to lose track of how many blasts of mustard-custard he’d pumped into her yogurt churn.

What the hell, who’s counting anyway?

Not me!

Short Form
Erotic Fiction
Erotica
Fiction
Short Story
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