No refusals on March 8th.

On March 8th, I was walking home

To be honest, I was already drunk

Girls from a balcony shouted, teasing me

That they would all kiss me

I was tempted by such a prospect

They also said I was dear

And so at the table, I'm already giving a toast

I drink to them and say I love them all

First, one started climbing to kiss

Then another got into my pants

And a third is already hugging me

A fourth got up and just left

Heard the apartment door close

And then she rolled back into our room

I was placed on an unfolded sofa

And my athletic frame was exposed

Pants flew somewhere onto the floor

Underwear was torn, dick was hard as a pole

One of the girls mounted me

Another was already bouncing on my face

And my hands and fingers already

Ended up all in a slippery cunt

I was happy and of course came

And then I only shouted indignantly

When they asked me for more

I said, well girls, that's all!

Then it quickly went dark in my eyes

I came to already in shackles

I was entangled as if in a web

As if I was in a net in an abyss

Ira shoved my feet to my lips

Yulia pulled my dick there

The dick wasn't hard, but didn't fall either

I became like a doll for these predators

One after another, they squatted on my dick

Others mounted my mouth

I somehow risked biting one

And immediately saw a kick coming from a foot

A strap-on was placed in my mouth

Held it with my teeth and heard only a moan

They came one after another

Drenching my face, eyes, and mouth

When they had their fill

Untied and detached from me

Said like, get out

Like, even a condom

When I was getting dressed

I was still apologizing

Forgive me

I didn't expect from myself

That on Women's Day

I, like a stale stump

Would dare to say

And refuse women

I won't do that again

I won't forget you

Call me again in a year

But for now, let my dick and mouth rest