A Line Is Formed And Cocks Gets Sucked Off With Emma Butt
Title: The Line Is Formed and Cocks Get Sucked Off With Emma Butt
At a posh British charity gala, the guests gathered, their jewels glinting and champers flowing freely. But behind closed doors, a scandalous soiree was about to unfold. Summoned by the host, a select group of debauched souls assembled in a plush drawing room, lubricant placed conveniently on console tables next to flutes of bubbly.
Emma Butt, the evening’s provocateur, sauntered in, her ample assets barely contained by an indecently short hand-stitched negligee. Her breasts threatened to spill out at any moment. “The line is formed, boys,” she purred, her heavily smudged crimson lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Open your zippers and step right up.”
An obedient queue formed, the men nurishing stiffening cocks, their diamond-studded belt buckles gleam in the soft light. Emma knelt gracefully, a vision of kinky elegance, and took the first man’s engorged member into her hot, wet mouth. He groaned, aOS the other men watched, hypnotised by the lewd display.
Emma sucked and slurped, her busty bosom bobbing as the man’s hips thrust forward, chasing his pleasure. With a wanton moan, she released him, a glistening strand of saliva connecting his cock to her lips. She repeated the action down the line, enveloping each rigid shaft in her silky, pink orifice.
The gag-worthy sounds of debauched fellatio filled the room, interrupted by the occasional moan of delight or thick British accent cursing beneath laboured breaths. Emma alternated between slow, sensual sucks and voracious, feral slurps, her cheeks caving in as she swallowed each generous cock to the hilt.
As she reached the end of the line, Emma decided to vary things up. Pinning her negligee open, she presented her heaving, bountiful tits for the men to fuck between them. Thick inches of hard British cock slid between her cleavage, smearing the fabric with a mix of precum and saliva. Emma lathered each shaft liberally with her tongue as it passed between her breasts.
The men’s throats grew hoarse, their timing unravelling. Emma resumed her oral assault, taking as many cocks as possible into her mouth at once, grappling the balls of the others. The room reeked of warmth and musk.
Suddenly, the first man unloaded thick ropes of hot cum straight down Emma’s throat. It spurred the others on, and soon, she was drenched in a cascading shower of jism. Emma gulped it down greedily, letting the pearly fluid run down her chin to splatter on her cleavage. She made a show of scooping it up to rub into her skin.
Finally, the room was a sloppy, sweatbeaded mess of shattered egos and depleted loads. Emma rose, a cum-drenched Cupid’s bow, her hair tousled and negligee ruined. “Until next time, boys,” she laughed coquettishly, blowing a kiss before strutting out. The men stood shell-shocked, pants at their ankles, slowly coming down from Emma’s mind-blowing sucks.
As Emma sauntered past the crystal chandlers, her heels clicking against marble floors, the sound of voluminous applause and lewd cheers erupted from behind her. She smirked to herself. Maybe next time, the line would be longer.
