Experience in the sauna...2

Continuation .....

I leave cabin number 5 trembling, with weak legs and my ass dripping the bear’s cum. The towel in my hand, soaked with sweat and semen. The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering red light at the end.

The bald bearded man I saw earlier is still leaning against the wall, a few meters away. His torso is covered in tattoos. He is big, broad-shouldered, with a thick gray beard. And he has his cock out, hard, thick, about 17 centimeters, with the purple head peeking out from the foreskin.

He looks you up and down. He smiles with contempt.

— I see they’ve already left you marked, slut. Come here.

I’m still horny and I don’t hesitate. I approach, letting the towel fall to the floor. I get on my knees in front of him in the middle of the hallway — there’s no one else now, only the murmur of the sauna in the background and a distant moan from some closed cabin.

The bearded man grabs me by the nape with one hand and brings his cock to my face. It smells of soap, accumulated sweat, of man. He rubs the head across my lips, staining you.

— Open.

I open my mouth and he shoves his cock in all at once, down to my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t ease up. He holds my head against his belly, his cock buried, while I pant through my nose and feel the glans rub my throat.

— You’re so good at swallowing cock — he says, and lets out a hoarse laugh.

He starts fucking my mouth at a steady rhythm. It isn’t fast or violent — it’s mechanical, dominant, every thrust reaches all the way in and stays there for a couple of seconds before pulling back. I feel how his cock gets lubricated with my saliva, how it becomes slipperier against my tongue.

— Suck well, because later I’m going to wreck your ass too. That ass needs more cock.

He keeps the rhythm for five, seven minutes..... My chin is soaked, my nose wet, my eyes watery. But I don’t stop, I don’t complain. Every time he feels me choking, he gives me a two-second break and pushes it back in.

— All right. Put your back against the wall.

I obey. I turn around, put my hands against the cold cement of the hallway and arch my back, offering my ass. I feel him spread my cheeks with both hands.

— You’re a mess. Look at you, fucked a while ago and already asking for more. But well, I’m not in the mood to make you wait today.

He takes a condom from his pocket — I see it out of the corner of my eye, how he puts it on with one hand while with the other he grabs my hip. Then I feel the wetness of lube, cold, and his fingers. Two fingers, sliding in with no resistance — my ass is already open after the previous bear.

— You’re ready, pig. No need to even warm you up.

The tip of the condom presses against my entrance and goes in all at once. Uffffff — a deep moan from my throat, while I feel the tattooed...