Slut Lust Pizza – RealityKings with Ashley Adams, Brooke Haze
“Lust, Pizza, and Italian Delights: A Steamy Threesome”
The tantalizing aroma of fresh Italian pizza drifted through the kitchen as Brooke Haze and Ashley Adams squeezed in behind the counter, their tight bodices straining against the spandex uniforms of the “Slut Lust Pizza” parlor. The establishment, a cover for a raunchy sex den, promised not just succulent pies but also an equally mouthwatering menu of erotic delights.
Ashley, a sassy brunette with perky tits and a glimmering barbell piercing through her navel, was the quick-witted frontwoman. She flipped her ponytail as she grinned wickedly, her cleavage threatening to spill out from her top. “Alright slut-squad,” she welcomed them, “tonight’s special is you, me, and Brooke – all the depravity you can handle.”
Brooke, an olive-skinned beauty with legs for days, giggled as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail. The taut lycra clung to her every curve, emphasizing her suggestively thonged ass. “I’m starved,” she purred, her voice dripping with innuendo, “let’s get this lesbo feast started.”
Ashley winked mischievously and produced an enormous,elsonian pizza – complete with cheese that would soon become appetizers rather than toppings. She wiggled her body provocatively, giving Brooke a flash of her lace G-string before stepping back. “Feast your eyes, voracious vixens, and dig in.”
Brooke knelt eagerly, her face mere inches from the pizza. She lapped up the stringy cheese, slurping it from the open “oven.” Ashley moaned her approval, one hand slipping into Brooke’s ponytail and pulling her back for a ragged kiss. Tongues and teeth tangled in a steamy battle, the cheese only fueling their lust.
As they broke for air, Ashley turned her attention to Ashley’s tightly-booted feet. Kneading the domed leather soles, she grunted her praise, the fetish talk of ladies’ feet arousing her immeasurably. Brooke slipped off her heels, exposing her pretty feet. Ashley rimmed her toes, fucking them with her tongue as Brooke writhed with pleasure.
Their titillating coupling continued, Ashley adorning Brooke’s feet in the cheese, now melted into a glossy sheen. Licking it off, she willfully worshipped the soles before sucking Brooke’s toes clean. Brooke by now was putty in Ashley’s hands. lust had rendered her incoherent, her nails clawing at the darkroom floor.
Suddenly, Ashley stopped, her emerald eyes gleaming dangerously. “Time for you to get astride the sleigh, Barbarella. Dinner’s ready.” Slamming Brooke back onto the pizza, she practically dive-bombed onto the unresisting temptress. Fearing restrictions, she pounded Brooke’s pussy, lapping at the cheese drippings as they seeped into folds.
The Italian lilts of Ashley’s unchecked moans echoed off the walls. Brooke’s cries joined the symphony, a debauched rhapsody stoking the flames of their lust. Finally, erotically spent, the two beauty queens roused themselves from the viscid remnants of their feast, sticky and wholly satisfied.
“Delizioso,” Ashley crooned, licking the last traces of sauce from their rolling nipples. Brooke bit her lip, her nails raking Ashley’s sides as their kiss seemed to go on forever. “Same time tomorrow night, baby-snakes? I’ll bring the pepperoni and you bring the big guns.”
Brooke kowtowed and moaned her assent, “You got it, hotstuff. But we better get cleaned up-quick. If your dad walks in and sees us looking like this, you might not see pizza for a week.”
The two beauties shared a final peck before hurrying off, leaving the pizza parlor – and its juicy reminders – in disarray. Till next time, the burger chyke’s garner would have to suffice. As the door closed behind Brooke, Ashley grinned impishly. The lubricious spoiled spools of Slut Lust Pizza would have to be set to rights… and seeing Ashley’s dinner guest had been extremely IFD, that wouldn’t happen anytime soon! Audience, please line up and take a number, your cheese-smeared delicacies will come soon enough…
