Entrano in casa sua e gli succhiano il cazzo – Arrapate in un trio DIALOGUE ITA

Title: Entra in casa sua e gli succhiamo il cazzo – Arrapate in un trio
[Video Begins]

The camera pans over a dimly lit living room, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating a worn-out couch. On the couch sits Giovanni, a rugged Italian man in his late 30s, with a thick mane of dark hair and stubble that covers his chiseled jawline. He appears to be engrossed in his phone, his fingers furiously tapping at the screen.

Suddenly, there is the sound of the front door creaking open, and two young women step into the living room. The first one is a willowy brunette with long, glossy hair that cascades down her back in soft waves. She is wearing a white tank top that clings to her ample bosom, and a pair of denim short shorts that hug her curvy hips. The second woman is a petite blonde with a pixie cut and sparkling blue eyes. She is clad in a black hoodie and matching leggings that show off her toned legs.

“Ciao Papà,” the brunette purrs, sauntering over to Giovanni and perching herself on the arm of the couch. The blonde follows suit, settling herself on the other arm.

Giovanni looks up from his phone, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of the two gorgeous women lounging on his couch. “Ciao, Ragazze,” he says, a slight tremble in his voice.

The blonde smirks and leans in close to Giovanni’s ear. “Sai, Papà,” she whispers, her hot breath tickling his neck, “Noi vorremmo farti un regalino.”

Translation: You know, Dad, we want to give you a little present.

Giovanni swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. He sets his phone aside and leans back against the cushions, trying to appear calm and collected, but the bulge growing in his jeans betrays his true feelings.

The brunette reaches out and runs a finger along Giovanni’s thigh, her touch feather-light and teasing. “Sì, Papà,” she coos, “Siamo qui per renderti felice.”

Translation: Yes, Dad, we’re here to make you happy.

Giovanni’s breath hitches in his throat, and he feels his pulse quicken as the brunette’s hand inches higher and higher up his thigh. He glances at the blonde, who is watching the scene unfold with a hungry gaze, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Suddenly, the brunette leans down and places a soft kiss on Giovanni’s neck, her lips lingering on his pulse point. At the same time, the blonde reaches for his belt buckle and begins to unbutton his jeans, her fingers deft and practiced.

Giovanni lets out a low groan, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily as the blonde frees his hardening member from the confines of his boxers. She wraps her small hand around his shaft and begins to stroke him, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.

“That’s it, Papà,” the brunette whispers, her voice low and husky, “Lasciati andare.”

Translation: That’s it, Dad, just relax.

The camera zooms in on Giovanni’s face, capturing the look of pure ecstasy that contorts his features as the two women work him over with their hands and mouths. The brunette’s lips trail down his neck and chest, her tongue flicking out to taste his salty skin.

Giovanni lets out a strangled moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the blonde takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his thick girth. She bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each pass.

The brunette leans in and begins to lick and suck at Giovanni’s balls, alternating between the two until they are slick with her spit. She cups them in her hand, massaging them gently as the blonde continues to work his cock with her mouth.

“Così buono, Papà,” the brunette purrs, “Sappiamo quanto ti piace.”

Translation: So good, Dad, we know how much you love it.

Giovanni can only nod in agreement, lost in a haze of pleasure as the two women worship his body with their hands and mouths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in the blonde’s hair, guiding her head as she takes him deeper and deeper into her throat.

The brunette sits back and watches, her hand sliding down into her shorts to rub at her aching clit. She bites her lip and moans softly, her eyes locked on the sight of Giovanni’s cock disappearing between the blonde’s lips.

Suddenly, Giovanni feels his balls tighten, and he knows that he is close to the edge. He tugs at the blonde’s hair, urging her to pull back, but she only takes him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

“Andiamo, Papà,” she murmurs, her voice muffled by his cock, “Vieni per noi.”

Translation: Come for us, Dad.

With a strangled cry, Giovanni obeys, his hips pumping as he fires a thick load of cum down the blonde’s throat. She swallows it eagerly, her throat working as she takes every last drop.

The brunette claps and cheers, rubbing herself harder and faster as she watches her sister swallow Giovanni’s load. “Bellissimo!” she cries, “Così sexy!”

Translation: Beautiful! So sexy!

Slowly, the blonde pulls off of Giovanni’s cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. She licks it off and grins up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Grazie, Papà,” she says, her voice honeyed and sweet, “Speriamo che tornerai a casa presto.”

Translation: Thank you, Dad, we hope you’ll come home soon.

The brunette nods in agreement, giving Giovanni a final kiss on the cheek before standing up and stretching languidly. “Ricordati di noi,” she adds with a wink, “Saremo sempre qui per te.”

Translation: Remember us, we’ll always be here for you.

With a final wave, the two women saunter out of the living room, leaving a disheveled and satisfied Giovanni in their wake. The camera zooms out, panning over the now empty living room before cutting to black.

THE END