The young man penetrates Mia’s pussy with his cock, gazing dreamily into her eyes as he does so, smiling as he recognises how unnerving it’s making her feel, watching as her eyes divert and dart around the room.
Mia notices a gentleman come up next to her behind the sofa, and another mounting the armrest at her side, and she takes their cocks in hand, masturbating to the body-jiggling rhythm of how her fan is mashing his cock into her. She feels him leak inside her, making her gasp, feeling really naughty, but before she can breath, her fan kiss her hard on the mouth, squeezing her boobs.
The young man notices how Mia’s nipples drool milk from them, going down to lap it up like a cat. He slides aside to allow another young man access to her pussy whilst he continues to tend to her teats, treating himself to her breastmilk, whilst he glances a look at how another man fills her pussy.
Mia whimpers and moans cutely at how she is being handled by so many men, feeling the desperation in the cocks in her hands, unleashing their loads onto her head, draping ribbons of white to veil her in a sticky tribute. She spots how her girlfriend is being pounded by a hung gentleman whilst she’s on her knees facing the backrest of the sofa, delighting at how her puffy nipples wiggle around even as they barely dangle.
Carrie chuckles as she feels herself being filled, “Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-mmmm, ha, ah-hnghh, gah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah, uh-hngh, oh fuck, oh, fuck, ah fah, ah-ha-ha-ngh-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, oh yeah, a-ha, a-ha, ah-hmmm, oooh, hehehehehehe…”
Minding her own business, back draped over the couch like a discarded robe, a bare nude Marjorie takes a cock in her pussy, as well as her mouth at the same time, whilst other men gather around over her sprawled out body with their cocks in hand, readying to smother her smooth skin with their offerings. She almost chokes as the cock in her mouth dispenses it’s load into her throat, adjusting in the moment to gulp it down before it almost goes down the wrong way.
As the man in Marjorie’s mouth steps away, she sits herself up, Mascara bleeding up into her eyebrows from being upside-down so long, watching the other men around her intently, patiently waiting. She makes eye-contact with the man in her pussy, feeling him fill her up in that moment, winking playfully at him as he pulls out and slinks back.
The gentlemen surrounding Marjorie lean in over her, giving everything they have to her, covering her tight figure. One man massages the tributes closely with firm strokes, like lotion, spreading the sticky residue into every pore of her skin: into her belly, around her tits, and down into her pussy so sensitive.
Over on the sofa, the men gather around to witness the cute couple of Mia and Carrie holding each other closely as they indulge in a deep kiss, wandering their hands around their bodies. The men enraptured, squat and sit like gathering for a story, eager to know what happens next.
Marjorie sits up on the couch, looking over at the couple’s cuddling and kissing, and how they have the gentlemen’s attention, clearing her throat to no response. Clearing her throat louder, she gets no-one turning away from the youthful display, feeling pissed off at them. However, she sinks back onto the couch, feeling her arousal rekindle at the sight of the couple’s play, curious to see how things develop.
Carrie’s knee works up against Mia’s crotch, edging her girlfriend’s ecstasy to mind-numbing levels, whilst at the same time, hunching her crotch to rub firmly on the plump woman’s thick thighs. Her leg muscles burn hot from being pressed into her position, but continues to shuffle herself with as much vigour as she can muster, for both of their pleasures.
Mia marvels at the beading sweat on Carrie’s forehead dribbling down her temples to her cheeks, following the journeys of a few of them at a time, to distract from the ache of her edging in her crotch, perpetually ready to finish, but not able to reach the end.
Carrie feels herself at a similar impasse, becoming too tired to tease anymore, flopping off her girlfriend’s side to fall onto the soft sofa cushions, cupping a hand to her girlfriend’s crotch, and her other to her own, curling her fingers into their pussies, sliding her palms up and down as fast as her arms allow.
Marjorie watches from the couch, barely aware that she herself has her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, melting away all thoughts and feelings. She watches the couple spasm and curl up, almost in unison, hearing their moans, then a spray like fountains shooting forth from them, showering their male spectators, warmly received.
Marjorie remembers her fingers inside her pussy, pulling them out as she sits up, clearing her throat once more, saying, “Wasn’t quite what I had in mind for the evening,” glancing at the panting young women on the sofa, announcing, “Who wants to earn some extra by keeping me company through the night? Only one lucky winner.”
The couple on the sofa confer quietly for a moment, and Carrie calls to Marjorie, “We can keep you company for free, if that’s something you want to do, like, you can consider it as thanks for this, like, it’s up to you.”
Marjorie asks, “Mia?”
The plump young woman gulps, breathing deep as she replies, “Yeah… Of course…”
Marjorie announces to the gentlemen, “Thank you for your time this evening. That concludes our business.”
The young fan of Carrie and Mia offers, “I keep company, if that is wish? No charge.”
Carrie leans forward to pet the young man where he sits, as if he’s a dog, “You’re a good boy, yes, you are. You are so cute. Of course, you can stay, mmm.”
Marjorie measures up the young man with her eyes, saying, “Very well,” watching as the other gentlemen get dressed and take their leave promptly. She asks the young man who’s staying, “Boy, what’s your name?”
The young man answers, “Luciano, bella.”
Marjorie beckons the young man, telling him, “Well, Luciano, I have observed your devotion to the young girls over there. You’ll only have eyes for me tonight, and tend to my every need.”
Luciano responds courteously, “Yes, bella. Only for you,” coming to Marjorie to kiss her passionately on the couch, pausing the passion to mention, “Your body magnificent. So young. One so… with authority; I like. I love, bella.”
Marjorie smiles, “You sweet-talker, you,” guiding him into the master bedroom.
Mia rushes to follow the older woman, warning her, “Hey! That’s our room. You sleep in the guest room.”
Marjorie laughs, “Force of habit. Don’t take it so personally. Good night,” going with Luciano across to the guest bedroom, as Carrie joins Mia in the master bedroom, closing the doors to be alone for the night.
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