18yo Orgasm Together At – Nika Murr, Maddy Nelson And Nika Nut

The sun-drenched balcony provided a perfect backdrop for this trio of tantalizing beauties. Nika Murr’s plump derriere jutted out invitingly as she leaned over the railing, her pert breasts straining against a lacy white bra. Beside her, golden-tressed Maddy Nelson lounged on a plush chaises, one creamy thigh casually draped over the armrest as she idly flicked through a magazine.

But it was Nika Nut who stole the show. Her honey-blonde curls tumbled over her shoulders in artful disarray as she emerged from the shadows, hips swaying hypnotically. The girls exchanged knowing smirks before Nika Murr crooked a beckoning finger at the new arrival. “Come here you,” she purred. “I want a taste.”

Maddy set her magazine aside with an elastic grin, her carton blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me too,” she chimed in, shifting to kneel before Murr’s ample rear. Her manicured nails teased the lacy hem of Murr’s panties before hooking into the delicate fabric and slowly dragging it down her silky thighs.

Nika Nut traced a pink-nailed finger along Murr’s lower lip, a bead of anticipation gleaming at its tip. “Open wide, baby,” she breathed. Decadent lashes fluttered as Murr’s plush lips parted, capturing Nut’s offered digit. A moan vibrated around it as Murr suckled greedily, rolling her tongue along the sensitive pad.

Below, Maddy’s nimble fingers traced the cleft of Murr’s ass, parting the peachy globes to reveal the tight, puckered bud nestled within. Her dexterous digits swirled around the entrance, tracing tiny circles that drew a shuddering gasp each time they brushed her clit. Murr gyrated her hips, desperate for more stimulation, but Maddy kept her touch infuriatingly featherlight. “Hands on the rail,” Maddy admonished with a mock stern look. “I’m in charge here.”

Murr’s hands scrabbled for purchase, managing to grip the cool metal just before her knees gave way. Behind her, Maddy’s teasing fingers finally obliged and plunged in e deep, crooking just so to stroke that magic spot. “Oh god!” Murr wailed,CLASMS

Finding your dignity after a drunken disaster is never easy. Especially when said disaster was sacrificed on the altar of an ass, a virgin ass, and captured on video. But as Nika Murr peeled herself off the bathroom tile and surveyed the carnage – smeared lipstick, empty booze bottles, and discarded candy wrappers – she knew she had to soldier on. The interview still awaited.

Squaring her shoulders, Nika marched into the bedroom to face her erstwhile employees. Maddy Nelson lounged on the bed, flipping through entertainment magazines with what appeared to be genuine interest. Across from her, Nika Nut was bent over the chest of drawers in a downward dog pose, her yoga pants stretching alarmingly with her “motions”.

“Alright, what the hell happened last night?” Murr demanded, rounding on the brunette. Maddy was unfazed, marking her page with a candy wrapper before glancing up.

“I think you already know,” she drawled. Murr smoked, grinding her jaw. “It was highly unprofessional and inappropriate. The video has already leaked.”

“Leaked, big deal,” Maddy scoffed. “We had fun, no harm in that. Besides, I’m sure plenty of tweenies are chomping to see their favorite pop starlet worshipping the porcelain god.”

“That’s just great,” Murr snapped. “Exactly what my image needs, ‘(tagLine) The Girlfriend Feeding Frenzy.’

“I thought you were going for raw, authentic, and carnal? Touche, a red badge of courage.”

Murr rubbed her temples, feeling a headache building. They could argue vicious circles until the sun passed over. “We’re done here,” she said finally. “Nut, you’re off the account.”

Nut straightened up, holding up her hands. “Hey, I didn’t do anything here! I was just…working on my form.”

“I’ve seen you do yoga before. This ain’t it.” Murr jabbed a finger at Nut, then turned on Maddy. “You – get your shit and get out. Find another Starlet to toy with.”

Maddy’s expression darkened but she slid off the bed and began gathering her things. “This isn’t over,” she warned, snatching up her bag. “This team will be back.”

“And lions and tigers and bears, OH MY!”

“Don’t test me on this, girl,” Murr shot back, even though she felt her resolve crumbling. They were good together, the three of them, better than good. The derisive snickers from the tabloids were almost flattering, and who cared how the pesky poptimists whined? “Snippets and soundbites damage a life,” my ass. Now she was just being intentionally provocative. Fan girls would lap. it. Up.