ey began to form a circle arouo shoot their hot loads on me. “Week old loads ing!” One of the monsters cried. What? Week old? This has all been planned?

The cum shots splattered all over my chest, groin, thighs, arms, face, did around me. After each of the 10 shooters fired their volley upon volley of cum, they unmasked themselves to show me who they are.

My best friends from the i realm. How did they...

“I’m going to get you all after this!” I declared triumphantly. “I’m going to review all our tracts.”

“Yeah right! And we’ll fuck your ass after this!” Robbie ― my iment guru dude ― retorted, before laughing.

“You know what, cum slut? Isn’t this exactly what you were hankering for? We’ll send you your bill!” Robbie’s man ― his husband and tax attorney ― tinued.

“And you! You! Yes, you! You nearly e my man for having to stay celibate for a week so I’ll have enough to shoot on you!” Another voice tihat’s Quinton, the director overseeing my security detail, and a Superman fan.

“Hey, Kal El, you’ll be fine. One week isn’t the lo Superman hasn’t gohout sex, isn’t it?” I replied with a knowing wink.

“Bitch!” Quinton nudged my shoulder with his leg.