The party has been raging for over an hour, and Cody has not moved from his spot in the center of the circle. His face is unrecognizable under layers of dried and fresh cum, his body glistening from neck to knees. But he is not done yet — his own cock is still hard, his mouth still open, still hungry.
The last three men step forward together, stroking in unison, their thick cocks aimed at Cody’s upturned face. They grunt, they moan, and then — one after another — they erupt. Three massive loads in rapid succession, coating what little clean skin remains. Cody swallows, licks his lips, and finally lets out a satisfied groan that comes from somewhere deep in his gut.
His own cock erupts without a single touch — a hands-free orgasm triggered by pure sensory overload. Thick ropes shoot up from his lap and land on his already drenched chest. Cody finally falls back, completely spent, a satisfied grin spreading across his cum-glazed face. He crawls toward the edge of the room, leaving a wet trail behind him. Every man in the room watches in silence. The king of bukkake has been crowned.
