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BBC Gangbang
(Nicola Diaz)

These men look every bit like my fantasy. From the way they are dressed to the rippling muscles all over their bodies. They really seem to be all muscle, from their chests to their arms, even their necks. I can only imagine what their legs look like, and their abs. My mind goes quickly to the contents of their trousers, and before I can dismiss this thought I feel a flush of warmth between my own thighs, and suddenly regret my choice of outfit. I let all the ladies sit first, and sit on the edge. I don't even want to smell them. 



All of the men are alphas, in every way, but the most vocal is a guy named DeAndre, who introduces his friends as Link and Killer. I know that these are not their real names, at least not his friends, but I wet myself a little more at the thought of these anonymous thugs with their gangster pseudonyms. 



This is going to be a long night, and I start to look for a gap to either hit the dance floor, or make my way to the bathroom to get a little water on my face. The latter happens first...