PenthouseGold.com – Bikini Babe Agatha Vega Sucks And Fucks Her Photographer

The sultry siren Agatha Vega was basking in the golden rays of the sun, her voluptuous curves barely constrained by a skimpy red bikini. The thin fabric clung to her every curve like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her ample breasts threatened to spill out of the flimsy top with each breath she took, and the low-slung bottoms hugged the subtle flare of her hips.

Agatha stretched languidly, arching her back like a feline as she sauntered towards the cameras. Her hips swayed hypnotically, drawing attention to the long, toned legs that seemed to go on for miles. She stopped mere inches from the lens, flashing a coy smile as she leaned forward, giving the photographers a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

“Is this what you had in mind?” she purred, running a hand down the side of her body. Her touch traced the swell of her breast, then trailed lower to rest on her hip. The bikini bottoms did little to hide the shape of her mound, and Agatha made no move to cover herself.

Instead, she reached behind her back and deftly untied her top. The bikini top fell away, baring her full breasts to the cameras. Agatha cupped them, thumbing the hardening nipples as she looked directly into the lens. “I can be a very good girl,” she said suggestively, “but sometimes I like to be a little naughty.”

As if on cue, she turned and bent at the waist, giving the photographers a perfect view of her ass as it strained against the tiny bikini bottoms. She wiggled her hips enticingly, then slowly peeled the fabric away, revealing the lush curves of her naked backside.

“Is this better?” Agatha asked innocently, glancing back at the cameras over her shoulder. She stepped out of the bikini bottoms and turned around, one hand trailing down her body. “I thought you might appreciate seeing all of me.”

She drew closer, her fingertips skimming over the straining bulges in the photographers’ pants. She sank to her knees, nuzzling the fabric as she looked up at them with wide, innocent eyes. “I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” she said with a pout. “Why don’t you let me return the favor?”

Without waiting for a response, Agatha reached out and unfastened the first photographer’s pants. She tugged them down, freeing his rigid cock from its confines. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking it gently as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head.

The photographer groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. Agatha took that as encouragement and wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him deep into her throat. She bobbed her head, setting a steady pace as she worked him with her mouth.

She reached out with her free hand, unfastening the other photographer’s pants and freeing his cock as well. She stroked him in time with her movements, teasing the sensitive skin and rubbing her thumb over the tip.

Lost in her own world, Agatha continued to suck and stroke, eliciting moans and gasps from the photographers. She relished the power she held over them, the knowledge that she was driving them wild with desire.

But she wasn’t done yet. With a final, hard suck, Agatha released the first photographer’s cock and turned her attention to the second. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking hard as she pumped her fist along his shaft.

Back and forth she went, alternating between the two men as they grew harder and more desperate. She could feel their need rising, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in their bodies.

Finally, with a muffled cry, the first photographer came. His hot seed spilled across Agatha’s tongue and she swallowed greedily, licking her lips to catch every drop. She turned to the second photographer, taking him deep into her throat and sucking hard and fast.

He cried out her name as he came, his cock pulsing and throbbing as Agatha worked him through his climax. She milked every last drop from him, then sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her face.

“That was fun,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She stood up, her naked body glistening with sweat and arousal. She turned around and bent over, presenting herself to the photographers. “I think you both deserve a reward for being such good subjects,” she said, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks. “Why don’t you come and get it?”

The photographers needed no further encouragement. They hurried forward, one kneeling behind her and the other moving to stand in front of her. Agatha wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of his partner behind her.

She gasped and moaned, the dual stimulation driving her wild. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing and trembling. The photographer behind her reached around to rub her clit, pushing her over the precipice.

Agatha cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard. She continued to stroke the photographer in front of her, bringing him to climax as well. He spilled his seed across her chest and face, marking her as his.

Exhausted and satisfied, Agatha collapsed onto the bed, her hair splayed across the pillow. The photographers joined her, their arms and legs tangled together in a messy heap. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow.

“I hope you got some good shots,” Agatha said with a laugh, glancing over at the cameras. “Because that was one hell of a shoot.”