Clothed Handjob Squad For With Julia Ross, Nela Decker And Lucca F

Sinners & Saints: The Battle of Innocence and Desire

A trio of naughty temptresses, Julia, Nela, and Lucca,Philosophers would be wise to study, each a study in carnal contradictions. Sweet young Lucca, with her cherubic face and jet black hair, seducing with a coy smile and a glance. Veteran vixen Julia, proud owner of a fiery tress and a body carved from the dreams of horny monks. Nela, with the pale skin and the rare, red locks of a fiery, mischievous minx. Together, this young-older-mature triplet threesome is about to put on a show of lascivious seduction and sinful delight, the likes of which will make the angels blush and the devils cheer.

No introductory pleasantries are exchanged when the three divas enter the dimly lit boudoir, each wearing scandalously skimpy undergarments designed to make the pantaloons of any virile male rise. Lucca’s pale blue lace lingerie displays just enough creamy skin to tantalize, while Julia’s black lace bodice and stockings paint a picture of pure, unbridled carnality. Nela, in a red corset that pushes her large breasts together, looks like temptation incarnate.

As they join in the middle of the room, they waste no time in getting down to business. Deftly, the girls unzip the bulging fly of a man’s trousers, a speculative glint in their eyes as they taste what they’ve uncovered. It’s a one-two punch of oral pleasure, Lucca and Julia taking turns to pleasurably assault the rigid flesh, every sloppy lick and wet suck sending the lucky man to higher peaks of ecstasy.

Nela’s turn comes next, and she makes the most of it with a show of deep-throating, her red locks bouncing as she takes the man in almost to the root. She gags and chokes on his throbbing manhood, slobbering all over it, but she doesn’t let up. It’s a sight to behold, this gorgeous minx milking every inch of this lucky guy.

But the real showstopper is when the three join hands, a cuckoo caress birthday trio of sorts, and, with sybaritic smiles, produce multiple hands for a group handjob. Calloused fingers caress the sensitive shaft, nails delicately scrape up and down the length, as the girls use a symphonic combination of squeezing and stroking to get him closer and closer to the edge.

Their faces are a twisted web of pleasure and concentration, sweaty foreheads pressed together as they race towards a mutual climax. Globs of sticky pre-cum generate scores of sticky hands, a shot of pleasure-m gås each time their hands touch. Julia speeds up her hand’s pace, then slows down until the others catch on, working on him like a synchronized swimmer pimping out on evening, back and forth in a rhythm that can only lead to one thing.

Their bosomy breasts, barely contained by their lacy bras, heave up and down as the handjobs and oral service continues unabated, a tantalizing tease that revs up lust to dangerous levels. The girls’ twin tongues lick at the slit, their hands speed up, and the man’s eyes roll. He’s on the precipice of a massive spurt.

Julia, being the ringleader, counts down, “3, 2, 1…” and the man explodes in a viscous volley, spewing what seems like a policeman’s worth of semen all over their faces and hands. But the girls aren’t done. Still inclined, they start a sticky hand-cake dance, their bare tits and hands now glistening with unjustifiable juiciness.

Their catlike forms glide out the room. They are conservative and undemanding visuals, bodies generally hidden, but not to full effect the decisions they have permitted themselves. Nela wipes her mouth on her hand and reconstructed herself, practically, while Lucca lacquers at a loose string on her tights. Julia, while leaving the room, doesn’t very nonchalantly adjusts herself, as to be she was a lady being to conservative.

Being caught in the crossfire of these sinful pleasures is a dangerous game, one that the innocent and corruptible should steer clear of. But for the few, the most seasoned boundary-pushers and pleasure-seekers, a tryst with this experienced threesome will be an unforgettable dance with Domme, temptation and taboo. The Afterlife wallows and the door closes rigidly shut, the disparate scents of sex and stale smoking lingers in the air as a reminder of this intimate carnal lesson.