Threesome intercourse with two slutty women. WetKelly

Title: “Rough Russian Roulette: A Coronavirus Quarantine Threesome”

As the world grappled with the Coronavirus pandemic, plunging the globe right into a state of concern and uncertainty, a number of courageous souls discovered solace, consolation, and sexual liberation within the types of raunchy quarantine exploits. The cameras have been rolling as a fortunate fella discovered himself within the firm of two beautiful, tattooed Russian vixens – Wet Kelly and her busty neighbor.

It all started with a knock on the door. Wet Kelly, a beautiful brunette with curves that would make even a die-hard monk repent, stood there cursing beneath her breath, masked and gloved. “Fucking pandemic,” she muttered, “I need to borrow some sugar. And by sugar, I mean your big, hard dick!”

The man, unimpressed by her boldness however intrigued nonetheless, invited her in. Before he may utter a greeting, one other knock echoed. This time, it was Kelly’s voluptuous neighbor with perky tits barely constrained by her tight tank high. “Hey, I’m Vera. I heard the moans from my apartment. Mind if I join?”

Trap music wafted via the room because the trio settled into the lounge. Wet Kelly wasted no time. She sauntered over to the person, leaning in shut, “I’m tired of staying indoors. I need to get fucked. Hard.”

Her neighbor Vera added, “Me too. It’s like my pussy is starved for cock. We lonely girls need your help, handsome.”

Being the one man in a room stuffed with insatiable Russian vixens was daunting, to say the least. But our protagonist held his personal, feeling the blood rush to his manhood as the ladies unzipped their pants, revealing matching pink thongs.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, witnessing Wet Kelly unclasp her bra, liberating her large breasts. Vera huskily whispered, “Your turn, baby. Let’s see what you’re packing.”

With trembling palms, he unbuckled his belt, his throbbing member springing forth like a DNA-coated jack-in-the-box. The women roared in approval, falling to their knees.

Kelly took the bait, stroking his shaft whereas suckling the tip. Vera joined the feast, nibbling and lapping on the base. It was a symphony of pleasures, a Russian roulette of ecstasy he by no means noticed coming.

“Oh god,” he moaned, feeling his sack constricting, balls heavy and full, “I won’t last long.”

The girls paid no heed, bobbing their heads in rhythm, racing one another for dominance. Occasionally they’d cease, letting saliva drool from their lips to his cock, connecting mouth to dick with viscous trails of pure lust.

Wet Kelly climbed atop the espresso desk and unfold her legs broad, revealing her moist, glistening pussy. “Take me,” she purred, “fuck me hard. I need your cock so deep inside me, like a cure for my quarantine doldrums.”

The man stood up, his member nonetheless dripping from Vera’s salacious oral ministrations, and positioned himself on the gates of Wet Kelly’s citadel. With one arduous thrust, he entered her, sending shockwaves via his physique.

“Yes,” Wet Kelly hissed, “fuck me, just like that!” Vera chipped in, inserting two fingers into Kelly’s ass, doubling the pleasure. The women made out furiously as the person pounded into Kelly, his hips slapping in opposition to hers, echoing the vigorous lovemaking.

As the tempo elevated, so did the moans and grunts, a euphoric refrain bounced off the partitions. Pressure constructed up within the man’s sack, his balls tightening, on the cusp of explosion.

“Fill me,” Wet Kelly begged, “paint my insides!”

With a closing, highly effective thrust, he buried himself balls-deep into Kelly’s womb, unleashing a torrent of scorching, sticky seed. Wet Kelly screamed in ecstasy, an undulating orgasm tearing via her physique, her legs quivering.

Panting and spent, the trio collapsed onto the ground, our bodies intertwined. Bedford, his dick nonetheless moist and dripping with Kelly’s honey, checked out Vera with lustful eyes, “What about you, sexy?”

Vera grinned, “Oh, I’m far from done. I need you to rip my asshole apart!”

And so the evening continued, a real quarantine threesome smorgasbord of uncooked Russian hardcore motion, a synthesis of exhibitionism, fellatio, cunnilingus, assplay, double penetration, and every little thing in between. It was a fuck fest for the ages, a sexual utopia within the midst of a world-crippling pandemic.

As the solar rose, portray town in hues of orange and pink, the three attractive beasts lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs and exhaustion. “Thanks, guys,” Vera croaked, “I think I’m cured.”

“Mmm,” Kelly concurred, “yeah, fuck the world. Let’s just stay locked in here forever, a perfect fuck bubble.”

The man, now only a shell of a person, desperately wanted a cigarette (and maybe a visit to the hospital). As he lit up, he smiled at his two hungover, dozing vixens, “You ladies are something else. Perhaps this quarantine isn’t so bad after all.”

And with that, the trio drifted off right into a deep, absolutely glad slumber, a veritable holy trinity of hardcore debauchery.