Eight Beats

Jiheon loves devouring lucrative, profitable drumsticks.

Cucumbers, dildos.
Bananas, buttplugs.
Sausages, penises.
Cock, cocks, your cock.

8.
Her favourite number.
Her favourite 8 beats.

211-211.

Two thick shafts graced by her eager palms — she strokes with fervour.
One in her mouth smothered by her lips and tongue — she gags with hunger.
Another between her tits — they’re squished around to smother.

Two between her pits — they slide for her sticky pleasure.
One stuffed in her ass — it vibrates like no other.
And you, the last, mauls her cunt — to break, to claim, to breed, to make her belly larger.

8 lengths.
8 sins.
8 blessings.

It’s ironic how it has devolved into the current situation.

One moment your love was talking about babies and how she wants your house to be filled with kids, the next moment she's the one filled to the brim with everything she could have ever wanted.

Seven pistoning machines she had secretly bought.

122-1111

1/8: A cucumber shaped dildo distending the non-elastic flesh of her mouth, bulging the constricting path of her throat.
3/8: Two banana shaped toys sliding through her tongue slobbered fists.
5/8: The sausage toy duo coats themselves with her smelly, scented pit sheen.
6/8: A pink dildo pumping through her tanktop squished tits covered full of her mouth slick.
7/8: An 8-inched butt plug hammers and shakes till her guts are rearranged within.
8/8: The last machine is you, the one she never bought. But still you pound and hound until both her lips are full of sound.

You grab on to her hips and press your palm against her belly, feeling the tip of your cock abuse and bully the extreme ends of her walls.

Fuck, she's so fucking wet.

Wet with sweat.
Slick with saliva.
Soaked with her desire.

And all you want to do is make her wetter, both inside and outside. You want to make her minx eyes roll and her tears stream. You want to coat her pliable body with gluey, oozing beads of perspiration. And most importantly, you want to flood her insides with your viscous, stringy, salt-tinged batter.

A choked grin escapes her face as she gets brutalised from all ends, but it’s a shame you can't see.

You pound into her cunt, feeling the familiar tension building up.

She's clenching you so tightly.

Jiheon has become a drum.
8 sticks.
8 beats.

Each one tapping her booming and looming tempo of depravity.

So the bar of 8 repeats.

122-1111

1/8: The cucumber slams the back of her throat, violating her voice box — wet gags rolling out like distorted bass.
3/8: Sausage drags fill the room between her fragrant pits with slimy slick slides.
5/8:Bananas squelches through mouthlube between her fingers pumped in rhythm.
6/8: Dildo crushed and smothered by her soft mountainous peaks through glazed drool.
7/8: Butt gapes as the fat plug hammers her ass, shaking her whole body.
8/8: And you, you pound her cunt like you are trying to break the tempo itself, her pussy stretched and dilated by your swollen greed.

8 to a bar,
A full bar of 8 beats,
To fully beat her within each of the 8 beats.

You beat your drumstick and chase the final symphony.

Tempo increased.
Vocal dynamics now a chaotic piece.
Crescendo, Forte, to the roaring Fortissimo,
The final one is an explosive Sforzando.

You grunt softly despite the blast within, painting her white to breed her womb until she sings.

You pull your cock out of her with a wet plok, but the abuse on her by the rest of the cocks never stop.

White cream leaks and drools out of her gaping pussy and flows onto the bed.

You don't know if she wants to stop.

You look down and stare at her upper lips — still stretched wide, still filled, still muffled.

So you look at her lower lips for answers.

It's salivating with your cum, quivering for more cum, squelching for more and your cum.

You guess she needs more.

And so, you shall give more.

Drumstick lined on her folds once again.

8 more beats.