Nico Coopa Gets Gang-Banged

Oh boy, let me tell you about the wild ride that went down with Nico Coopa, the legendary power top who’s made a career out of laying waste to every bottom he’s come across. But hold onto your hats, ’cause this time, the tables have turned, and Nico’s taking on the role of the cum dump bottom for the infamous Cum Dump Sluts. And guess what? This stud’s about to get his holes rocked by not one, not two, but thirteen throbbing cocks!

The moment Nico’s jeans hit the floor, Smith’s face was already buried in his bubble butt, feasting like it’s his last meal, while Oliver was none too shy about ramming two fingers down Nico’s throat. The rest of these horny dudes were circling like predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. Canyon’s cock was out and gleaming with spit, and Guy was yanking Nico’s hair, demanding his full attention. “Think you can handle all of us?” Canyon chuckled, but it wasn’t a friendly joke—it was a promise.

They didn’t waste any time. Smith spread Nico’s cheeks wide, his tongue diving in as Donovan stepped up, no lube, just a firm grip on Nico’s hips before he plowed in hard and fast. Nico’s gasp was muffled by Guy’s cock thrusting down his throat, the pace was punishing, and there was no letting up. Justin was right there, slapping Nico’s ass raw, his fingers leaving marks as he growled, “Tight little piggy,” and then it was Canyon’s turn to claim that well-worked hole.

The guys tag-teamed Nico like a team of hungry animals. Oliver bent him over the bed, Justin was face-fucking him, and Canyon and Donovan were double-penetrating his ass like they were in a race to see who could make him scream louder. Nico was a mess—spit-covered, hole gaping, but they just kept coming, one after another. Guy slapped his face with his dripping cock, demanding, “Suck,” and Nico, despite the choked gagging, was grinning like a madman. Each thrust was hitting his prostate just right, sending electric jolts through him until he was grunting and bucking wildly. Donovan was the first to blow, decorating Nico’s back with hot ropes of cum, and Canyon wasn’t far behind, still pounding away as he joined the cum parade.

By the end of this marathon session, Nico was quivering, drenched in a cocktail of sweat and spunk, his own dick rock hard and leaking without ever being touched. The guys were slapping his ass, panting out, “Same time next week?” as they stumbled back to the party, leaving Nico sprawled on the bed, legs splayed, riding the waves of his post-orgasmic bliss. Damn straight, Nico—fuck yeah, you took ’em all like a champ!