Noah thought he could fuck his way through my friend group and not get found out for the fuck boy he is. We found out pretty quickly, but he was a good fuck, so we started using him. He was surprised when my girlfriends and I started spoiling him with home cooked meals. None of us were chefs or anything, but we started filling Noah with mashed potatoes and gravy, and chicken fried steak. Noah is from up north in New Jersey, so I told him about chicken fried meat, and how delicious it is. I spoon fed him and rubbed his belly like a vore phone sex call. Then I teased his cock with my beautiful breasts, and my round peachy ass. I made him beg me to even touch his cock. He would whimper like a pathetic pussy boy. I took his cock and got what I wanted.
Noah’s pants fit him tighter, and my pussy tightly squeezed his horny cock. I told him he was almost ready. He was so excited. On the night of the bacchanalia we all gathered to prepare Noah, and to feast on his flesh. We stripped him, oiled him, seasoned him and finally I held his shaking head over the cauldron and I slit his throat from ear to ear and watched the crimson roll into the bronze bowl. We worked to separate the cookable parts. We carefully removed his genitals, lovely as they were, they’re better suited if used in more magic. He is gone now, we must make use of the remains of our fuck boy. He knew I was into vore phone sex. I’m sure that some of the other women told him how they liked it too. We all love to fuck and chicken fry a boy up.
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