Digital Playground – Group of Big tit inked Bikers get facials in orgy
The chapel doors burst open, revealing the clubhouse’s dirty talk and the tingle of adrenaline. The Ink-tastic Divas were back for another wild ride, and this time there was no holding back.
“Alright, you leather-clad, tatted-up bad boys,” barked Kalani, the head mean bitch with a grin as sharp as her barbed wire tattoo. “It’s time to show these sluts what we’re made of!” The girls, donkey dicked up to their eyebrows, let out a vocal roar.
The bikers, each with a package fit for a queen, stumbled in, shitfaced and ready to rumble. They couldn’t believe their eyes, the scene defaced with snatches sprawled out like a thrown down gauntlet.
“That’s right, boys,” sneered Neon Nikkies, grabbing her own stiff bark of an ink-splattered cock. “Come and get it, you naughty bastards.”
The air was thick with a musky, anticipated electricity. In a flurry of threesomes, the orgy erupted without caution. Bodies twisted and writhed, engulfed by lust.
“Fuck yeah,” growled the leaned back frat boy. “I’d let you fuck my pussy!” Kalani giggled, squeezing an impossible tit. A biker hawked and spat, his member solid as steel.
It was a feast of flesh, where each senses were overwhelmed – the dirty talking tainted the air, nipples stiff with premature ejaculation. The monstrous set of legs held on for dear life, drenched in the juices of a difficult festival.
Suddenly, a cock-buster burst from the crowd. It was Killer Canine, the stone cold, babydoll of biker cock craving cunts. “I’m gonna give you a fucking facial like I’m a gardener,” he spat. “Wear my jizz like it’s a tiara!”
The bimbos grinned, letting their naked dicks roll around, desperate for his warm, sticky attention. Killer’s soldiers jackhammered the fuck out of everything in sight, their army of tits bouncing impossibly.
“That’s my panty-sniffing skank,” Kalani cheered, watching his sloppy, cock-slurping skanks in action. “Spill your goo, you tatted fuck!”
Moments later, Killer unleashed a deluge of baby batter, the fleshy hurls of his jizz squirming up the escapades like an urban tribute. The girls rubbed it into their caked and sticky skin, letting it mingle with their drenched makeups.
As the piss-hurling, biker-dicked orgy wound down, the bikers stagfaced their way into a corner, spent and satisfied. The girls, their inked bodies still reeling from their fuckable exploits, collapsed in a heap, good sluts who’d given everything they had.
“Whew!” Kalani laughed, pushing Killer Canine off her by his juicy head. “You really raised hell with that spilling!” The group broke out in juvenile chuckles.
As the chapel doors closed behind them, the sounds of dirty talk and debauchery echoed into the night. The Ink-tastic Divas had done it again, their biker -bamming brawl leaving an indelible stain on the clubhouse.
But remember, naughty reader, this is the kind of squirt-craving, cunt-punching shenanigan that happens when you dare let a group of fetish fetish divas and fake-finger fuck busters loose!
