Idly they began to burn me with them, pressing the glowing ends against my turgid, taped-up erection. For the entire time it took them to smoke all three cigar-size joints and pound down two more Heinekens apiece, the girls cruelly tortured my captive s*x organs this way.
Dozens of circular burns sure to form painful blisters soon covered my prick and balls, and at the end, all three smoldering roaches were ground out against my sensitive head-bulb before being dropped into my screaming mouth for disposal.
By then none of the girls could hold out any longer, and they began to debate the least messy way (for them) to turn me into a communal human toilet. This disgusting prospect hadn’t been part of my original intention, and once again I try to beg off.
The girls had enjoyed my screamin
