DANCING BEAR – Wild Bitches Suck & Fuck Like Nobody Is Watching

The signal exterior the seedy dance membership flicked backwards and forwards, “DANCING BEAR ORY – WILD BITCHES SUCK & FUCK LIKE NOBODY IS WATCHING.” Inside, the environment was electrical, a pulsing mass of gyrating our bodies and liberally flowing cocktails. The air was thick with the fragrance of sweat, fragrance, and… need.

In the middle of the packed dance flooring, a shirtless male stripper twirled and thrust his hips, his six-pack abs rippling hypnotically with every motion. Reaching the apex of his dance, he tore open his fly with a dramatic flourish, unleashing a colossal, chocolate-drop cock that sprang to full consideration. A symphony of worshipful ohhhs and ahhhs rose from the throng of scorching and bothered girls surrounding him, lots of whom openly palmed their very own heaving breasts or casually fumbled between their legs, the stripper’s raunchy efficiency stoking the flames of their lust.

“Yes baby, that’s it,” purred a smokin’ scorching brunette, cupping the undersides of her heavy, gravity-defying tits as she virtually foamed on the mouth watching the hunk grind on her. “Let mama get a taste of that monster cock!”

Closer to the bar, a petite blonde truly paused sipping her Sex on the Beach lengthy sufficient to look up and drool overtly because the stripper air-humped her. The pink cami hugging her pointy nips and jet-black micro-mini using her curvy hips merely deepened her “fuck me now” vibe. Her sultry brown eyes by no means left that huge lovely bear’s pulsing python as he envelopped one other lewd lap dance in his titanic 13-incher.

“Oh crap, I’m melting!” she twittered to her two equally sketched buddies, all of whom regarded like they may simply swallow the stripper entire, if their darkish, dick-licking gazes had been any indication. “I need cock bad!”

Never one to disclaim his devoted followers, the stripper promptly descended upon the trio, commando humping the blonde and wildly motorboating her bared bikini line boobs earlier than doing a tasteful Tarzan thong swing between the chums. Suddenly, their lungs might develop and contract no extra because the bush of forest periphery brushed throughout their quaking our bodies, igniting flaming jags of electrical energy straight to their dripping middle. It was a battle for dominance of the bushes, and the cockmongers fought furiously.

“Ooh mama!” yelped the lipsy bondsman, feeling the dick rubbing on her buttocks. “Put me on fire!”

“That’s it baby, make me your smoking, sexy bear slut!” the blonde squealed deliriously as she unfold her legs for the striper’s sculpted bubble butt cheeks to press into her sweatpants. “Grind me good!”

And grind arduous he did, his thick roasted meat banging in opposition to their pillow-soft labias, ripping gasp after gasp from their throats. The stripper drew a deep moan from the blonde, shoving a giant thumb bulb into her boiling snatch whereas nonetheless grinding on her dime-sized bud Santi. His fingers had violated her watery fields to hunt out her floating treasures. Like the humerus and dude within the operetta, he had thrust his fractured hand into the terrible wounds to acquire the “ring.” The blonde shuddered uncontrollably, her nimble indecency burning with admission whereas the stripper continued to willfully assault her bunched-up, bunny slippers together with his bass tummy.

“Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!” she and the gang shouted in unison, sounding just like the Titanic of lustful lunatics.

Suddenly, the stripper eliminated his paw and opened his fly, exposing his straining, bulbous cock. The girls practically orgasm on the spot on the sight of its girth and size. With a wild growl, he snatched the blonde right into a deep, probing kiss, plundering her mouth together with his tongue whereas his pulsing shaft slid into her scalding crevice with the smoothness of an expert burglar.

“Yessss!” the gang hissed, their our bodies slithering in spirited help of the stripper’s distinguished prong. “Give it to her, big boy! Make her your mating bitch!”

“Fuck yes,” groaned the stripper, his hips smacking in opposition to the blonde’s rump in a staccato beat as he plowed her furiously. “Such a tight little cunt, begging for my cock!”

The blonde howled like a bitch in warmth, too misplaced in pleasure to even kind phrases. The stripper drilled her pussy with highly effective lunges, his cock seeming to the touch her cervix every time he bottomed out. The corrupting warmth rolling out of her physique solely appeared to drive him more durable to verify he fucked her right into a rag doll.

The music pulsed, the group screamed and chanted for extra, extra, extra, till the entire evening blinded by spontaneous combustion into spilled which means. As the beat climaxed, so too the stripper, his mighty shaft erupting like a porno volcano and pumping thick ribbons of jizz deep into the blonde’s hungry pussy. The gang shrieked with vicarious ecstasy, french kissing wildly and frigging their twats shamelessly as they watched their new hero coat his conquest in pearly white.

But…it was not over. Not by an extended shot.

No sooner had the stripper completed flooding the blonde together with his child batter than the remainder of the ladies swarmed him, a tithe, tearing at his clothes with hungry arms. And why not? His large, veiny cock was as arduous as ever. Clearly the stud had spawned himself.

“I need a taste too!” demanded a redheaded vixen, urgent her face to the blonde’s used cunt and slurping noisily on the creamy discharge seeping out. “Mmmm, I can taste his cum! Delicious!”

“Get in line, bitch,” snarled a busty brunette, roughly shoving the redhead apart so she might take her place licking the dick-oozing pussy. “This is my stripper!”

The blonde might solely whimper helplessly as she was handed round like a limp rag doll, her womb dripping with jizz as every girl fought for the prospect to inhale her flavorful juices instantly from the supply. Meanwhile, the stripper stood there together with his arms crossed, his outsized shaft twitching, as if daring any girl to problem the prior cunt’s declare over his virile seed.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” he goaded when yet one more deaf mute contestant didn’t decrease what he referred to as a dime-sized snatch along with her womping. The redhead regarded as if she wished to maul him alive however as an alternative snarled into their mouths earlier than swallowing with a rapture of orgasms.

Then got here the polyamorous pig gathering. While a polyamorous pig gathering might sound like a weird and kinky occasion, the Dancing Bear orgy took it to a complete new stage. A rubber pig herd of girls gathered on the membership, eagerly awaiting their flip to be mounted by the burly stripper. They surrounded him in a good circle, their our bodies pressed in opposition to his, arms roaming, tongues licking.

The stripper then went on a wildly orgiastic rutting spree, flipping them round, plowing into them from behind, fucking every pussy concurrently with an unimaginable present of stamina and virility. Warm-up facials and twitch-slapped moist T-shirt contests grew to become the norm as he watered the earth together with his virile sap, mashing their stuffed holes into taut brown eyes.

“Oh fuck yes!” the ladies squealed with every white-hot burst of cum that exploded onto their pussies or tits, marking them as his brood bitches. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

The entire room resounded with the lewd cries of soiled, wanton whores, getting a flip being bred by the hung stud. They humped and bucked on his hugeUME plowing shaft, their eyes rolling again in ecstasy, not an oz of disgrace left of their debauched our bodies.

Finally, the stripper collapsed on the ground, spent and fully drained of cum. His fertile seed oozed out of his slobbering behemoth, thick ropes christening the pig pen flooring like holy sacrament. The orgy did not pause, nonetheless. Other males entered the fray, simply as hung and virile, desperate to service the lady who had been in a lust crazed feeding frenzy to be bred and knocked up.

The orgy wretched on lengthy after the evening pale into daybreak. Broken furnishings. Disco-journaled partitions. Intermixed juices and different our bodies warming the sticky flooring. Satisfied moans and lingered echoes of moist intercourse.anda wild debauchery gone into the gusty evening.

The video ends with the banner up on each television, “Best. Orgy. Ever.”