BISEX SWINGERS 3 – Scene 2
The sun had begun its slow descent, casting golden rays across the glossy Brazilian skin tones assembled in the sprawling, modern villa. “Bisex Swingers 3” was an event no one present would soon forget. Especially Scene 2 – a decadent orgy of unchecked lusts and raw, pulsing pleasure. But first, the setup…
Vittoria, a fiery redhead, lounged by the infinity pool, Krug Rosé in hand. Her emerald eyes followed the lithe movements of Patricia, the statuesque Brazilian bombshell. Patricia’s black hair cascaded down her tanned back as she made her way to the gathering. A newcomer caught both women’s eyes: Victor, a dark-haired, brooding Brazilian hunk. He exuded an animal magnetism that had the women eager to explore further.
As Victor approached, he heterosexual vibe, but the way his eyes lingered on Patrician’s curves hinted at deeper kinks. Hugs and kiss were exchanged as introductions were made. Then, as if on cue, Jorlan, Patrician’s husband, emerged from the villa. A handsome, toned man with the bronze tan of his Brazilia heritage, he greeted Victor warmly as an old friend…until his eyes settled on Vittoria.
She blew him a kiss, and the game was afoot. The four headed inside, peeling away clothes as they went. Outreached fingers began to map freckled flesh, toned muscle, the sleek planes of ass…the sexual energy crackled elecrtically in the air.
By the time Jorlan, Victor and Patricia were in the center of the room, locked in a heated three-way kiss, Vittoria had slipped out of sight. The couple made quick work of freeing Victor’s impressive erection, while Patricia’s hands roamed his chest, teased his nipples…as Jorlan sucked on his wife’s full, dark lips.
When the redhead reemerged, she was clutching a wedding veil. She sashayed toward the threesome, a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Someone’s getting married!” she giggled. “How about you two get to know each other even more intimately?”
Jorlan licked his wife’s neck as he eagerly nodded, his cock rock hard. Patricia, ever the flirty daredevil, lifted the veil and slid it down her husband’s bulky frame. Then she tugged on a black thong – part of a lacy domination set she’d packed – and knelt before Victor’s impressive cock. With an extra-wet, slurping pout, she engulfed his shaft.
Meanwhile, Jorlan pushed his bride against the wall and yanked up her skirt. Teasing her slick folds with his fingers, he groaned, “Looking so damn hot, baby…love seeing you with another man.”
Particia returned the favor by taking Victor deeply in her throat, her moans prolonging. He threaded his fingers through her silky black hair as she worked him with skillful sucks and licks. Meanwhile, Vittoria approached and began massaging Jorlan’s throbbing erection as her Jessica Rabbit-rouge lips pressed to Patricia’s.
Like a well-rehearsed scene in an erotic play, the lovers switched partners – Patricia birthday-suited against Jorlan’s hands, while the Brazilian stallion attended Vittoria with skilled fingers and lips. The redhead shivered with pleasure and babbled filthy Portuguese as orgasmic tremors seized her.
Resting on her knees for a moment, she caught her breath and watched the erotic theatrics unfold. Victor straddled Jorlan’s head, guiding that talented mouth onto his needy manhood just as Patricia sank down on her husband’s erection. Rosy cheeks and parted, panting lips – both women moved in a lust-tinged ballet of sensuality.
The redhead felt two sets of hands guiding her down; she opened her eyes to find herself elevated onto her fiance’s lust-swollen tool. She shuddered and shrieked with the delicious stretch, her hands braced on Jorlan’s rippling abs as Patricia tongued her clit. The women kissed over her, tasting the salty sweetness of arousal, as their bodies undulated and rhythmically clenched the hard cocks splitting them so beautifully.
Victor pulled Patricia down onto his saliva-slicked cock as Jorlan surrendered with a roar, filling Vittoria at the same time. Their moans of shuddering ecstasy hung deep in the charged air. The lovers collapsed into an erotic tangle of limbs, beautifully debauched.
Resting buckets of ice delivered an icy reprieve, though their heated flesh still steamed. Atop a bamboo-kissing platform, wine sloshed in crystal as fingers plunged into dripping pussies once more; licking, suckling, filling and spreading them with both hands and toys. The villa resounded with throbbing carnal passion, the echoes carrying on the balmy Brazilian breeze like naughty tales.
