Curvy Ho’s BiSexual Gangbang
Title: A Sinful Symphony: The Caterwauling of Curvy Hoes in Bi-Sexual Gangbang
In an unassuming house on the outskirts of town, the air was thick with the scent of sexual deviance. Curtains drawn, lights dimmed, the mood was ripe for the evening’s main event – a raucous bisexual gangbang.
The stage was set with a plush bed, centre stage. Soft jazz, interspersed with crude grunts, poured out of worn speakers. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, anticipation building as each of the participants filed in. The women, two in number, were a feast for the eyes – phat, juicy asses swaying with each step, hefty bosoms bouncing in time to the beat. One a platinum blonde bombshell, the other a raven-haired vixen. Their curves mesmerizing, beckoning to be explored.
They giggled, whispered in each other’s ears, playfully fondling and groping. A taster of the appetites that would soon be sated. The men, three in total, stood back admiring the tantalizing trailer. T-shirts off, jean-clad asses ready for action.
The leading lady, our blonde siren, crawled onto the bed, wiggling that ample behind seductively. Her friend followed, peppering kisses along the length of that scrumptious back. The men closed in, predators ready to devour their prey.
Settling between her friend’s legs, the dark-haired beauty began her feast, lapping at the sweet nectar as if it were the fountain of youth itself. Our blonde godess moaned, beads of sweat glistening on her ample bosom, head thrashing from side to side in ecstasy. The sight was too much for the men to bear, pants hastily cast aside.
One dove in, burying his face in her gushing snatch. The other, his hard shaft bobbing eagerly, made his way to her friend’s mouth. She greeted him enthusiastically, wrapping plump lips around his girth, tongue dancing along his length. The third patriarch stood back, stroking himself, savouring the show.
Dicks plunging, hands groping, the bedsprings creaked rhythmically. Fingers dug into supple flesh, leaving imprints of passion. Coos and grunts intermingled, a lewd symphony of lust. The blonde reached back, grasping her friend’s head, pulling her deeper into her MPV. Slurping sounds intermingled with the slapping of flesh upon flesh.
Pleasure built, channeling through curves, pooling in their most intimate depths. The men panted, sweat dripping from brows onto bodies now glistening with exertion. The dark-haired vixen came first, her body shuddering, a wail of orgasm forcefully extracted by her blonde conquest. That was all it took. The men roared, erupting like volcanoes, painting the ladies in a coat of warm, sticky seed.
They settled into an exhausted heap, bodies entwined, the scent of sex heavy in the air. The ladies giggled, running fingers through cooled ejaculate. A job well done, the men smiled, spent in more ways than one. The jazz track ended, one that had been trapped on repeat.
As silence fell, only the hoarse breathing of four satisfied souls permeated the air. Bodies sticky with sweat and cum, the ladies felt themselves drifting off, lulled by the afterglow. A contented sigh, here and there, and the scene faded to black.
