DANCING BEAR – Crazy Muthafucking Bachelorette Party, All Them Hoes Go Wild

“Ladies night out!” screamed Lyssa, the Bachelorette, as she led her wild pack of scantily clad hens by way of the neon-lit doorways of Studs Gentlemen’s Club. The air was thick with the scent of desperation, low-cost champagne, and the musk of attractive, sweaty males. This was going to be one hell of a bachelorette occasion.

The entourage of bridesmaids stumbled into the dimly lit house, their heels clacking in opposition to the sticky ground. Psychedelic shapes bounced off the partitions from the disco ball overhead, casting the nightclub in a euphoric glow. On the stage, a shirtless man gyrated to the thumping beat, his oiled abs glistening below the highlight. Welcome to Girls Gone Wild, bachelorette fashion.

Lyssa mounted the stage, her skimpy white costume driving up her thighs, and grabbed the microphone. “Hey there, studs! My name’s Lyssa and I’m getting hitched!” she yelled over the pulsating music. The males cheered and hooted in response. “Tonight, we’re here to get WILLLLD!” She threw her fingers up and the group erupted right into a frenzy. Her ladies screeched with delight, already a couple of bottles of bubbly deep. This was going to be one for the reminiscence books.

Suddenly, a beefy bear of a person charged onto the stage, carrying nothing however a g-string and a bear head. “WOOOOO!” the Dancing Bear roared as he slammed his large, muscular physique in opposition to Lyssa’s tiny determine. The crowd went wild. He spun her round, cocooning her in his cumbersome arms, after which peeled off his disguise to disclose the face of the bachelorette’s immaculately sculpted ex-boyfriend, Dave. Oops.

Not that anybody appeared to care. Lyssa was throttled with pleasure as Dave pounced onto the stage, his big package deal bulging obscenely within the g-string. The Darling Bear:) and his hotties go for a wild trip! Dave was grinning from ear to ear as Lyssa and her maids mounted him like he was a keg at a frat occasion. He grabbed every hottie by the hips, bucking them up and down his physique, making their titties bounce hypnotically.

His efficiency was raunchy, vulgar and oh-so-funny. Dave was a god. The ladies have been squealing, shrieking, and squealing some extra. Lyssa was positive she might see a few of her bridesmaids squirting on the stage from the sheer rapture of grinding in opposition to a stud so stacked. She could not assist becoming a member of in, rubbing her dripping snatch up in opposition to Dave’s carved physique, reveling within the scorching moist sensations.

That’s when Dave locked eyes with a buxom blonde within the entrance row…Britney, the Maid of Honor! Dave might really feel his cock twitching as Britney licked her shiny lips and lifted her skirt to disclose a dripping pussy. Dave shook his bear boner in her path. Britney grabbed her ladies: crystal meth!

Stay with me! Dave hopped off the stage, bear cock swinging as he approached Britney. She wrapped her legs round his waist and Dave proceeded to offer her the wildest trip of her life, slamming his big bear socket into her tight honey pot whereas she screamed with pleasure. The remainder of the hens watched in awe, tongues hanging out of their mouths.

Suddenly, Lyssa felt a heat hand caressing her ass. She turned to see a strapping Latino stud, his swimming trunks dangerously tented. “How about you and me, beautiful?” he growled, dragging her right into a passionate lip-lock. Lyssa was drunk on Dave’s efficiency and the prospect of plowing her maid’s cunt, so she threw herself at this thriller stud with abandon, motorboating his furry chest.

The hen occasion had changed into a full-blown orgy! Lyssa’s hometown ladies werepaired off with each obtainable man within the membership, humping like canine in warmth. Cock was in all places! Lyssa paid no thoughts, too targeted on this hunky stranger and his jumbo column that was stretching her out, onerous. His pulsing wall of muscle felt so good plunging into her FUCKPUASS, which made her JIZZ herself foolish. Lyssa SEEMED out of her thoughts with pleasure, her tongue lolling out, misplaced in a rolling HEU-U-U-HIC!

“Yeah Lyssa, take that cock!” Dave roared as he smacked Britney’s jiggling ass. Lyssa seemed over at her maid, tongue all the best way down Dave’s bear throat, his bear physique bucking like a wild bronco as he made the princess cum in entrance of your entire membership! Lyssa screamed with jealous pleasure, her scrunchie flying off as her thriller stud grabbed a handful of her golden locks, face-fucking her wildly.

It was whole Devocopolis over right here! Lyssa felt the thriller stud explode inside her, his messy load flooding her womb. Lyssa shuddered and quaked, watery eyed with sexual bliss. But this orgy was solely midway over! Lyssa seemed round hungrily, nipples diamond onerous. Dave was nonetheless going robust, violating Britney’s tight stairway to heaven, making her prophecy a realty!

Just then, the membership’s disco ball exploded, flooding the venue in a kaleidoscope of colours! Dave and the stud-cows hit the roof, fucking just like the animals they have been! Lyssa felt her bod gush a scorching river of orgasmic cartilage, her twat making the squishy sound! There wasn’t a cunt within the place that wasn’t being fuck, or a titty that wasn’t going tit bang! It was FUCKFEST!!!

Finally, the evening culminated with Dave inviting Lyssa up on stage. “This is my sexy ex, don’t worry she’s going to be MINE!” roared the Studbear. Lyssa grabbed the mic. “No bitch, not MINE! But for tonight, I’m drilling this honey bear B-BACK!” Lyssa gyrated her hips hypnotically as Dave emerged, a honked cock stretching his gold g-string to its limits! Lyssa and her woman! grabbed Dave and wiggled their barely coated asses, making them explode once more!

Lyssa made one final announcement into the mic. “We’ll be back next week with all new shenanigans! Remember, there’s no limit to the amount of mangina we can milk!” Lyssa and her crew stumbled off stage, leaving a membership empty of dick and stuffed with happy, spent bridesmaids and happy clients. And there you have got it, people: Lyssa’s bachelor(ette) occasion was successful! Don’t miss one other loopy, drunken evening within the subsequent version of FUCKFEST AT STUDS! See you subsequent week, drunklers!