Double penetration anale en exterieur
The sun sat high in the azure sky, its golden rays bathing the lush green garden in a warm, inviting glow. The scent of blooming flowers perfumed the air, and the chirping of birds created a serene ambiance. Yet, amidst this tranquil setting, a trio was about to engage in a far-from-innocent act.
Sophie, a petite French beauty with vivid green eyes and cascading chestnut hair, lounged on a plush towel. Her ivory skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, a result of the sultry summer heat. Wearing nothing but a lacy thong and a low-cut bikini top, her lithe body was on full display.
Her companions, Marc and Pierre, two strapping young Frenchmen, stood nearby, their eyes roving hungrily over Sophie’s alluring curves. They were clad in nothing but mattered swimming trunks, their chiseled physiques glistening in the sunlight.
Marc, a tall, dark-haired man with smoldering gray eyes, was the first to make a move. He sauntered over to Sophie, his steps confident and purposeful. Reaching out, he cupped her face in his hands, bringing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Sophie responded eagerly, her hands threading through his thick locks as she arched into his touch.
Meanwhile, Pierre, a ruggedly handsome man with a mop of blond curls and piercing blue eyes, moved behind Sophie. His hands slid over her bare shoulders, caressing her soft skin as he pressed himself against her back. Sophie gasped into Marc’s mouth as she felt Pierre’s hard length pressing insistently against the small of her back.
The three of them remained locked together in a passionate embrace, their hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies. Sophie’s bikini top was the first to go, revealing her pert, rosy nipples to the open air. Marc’s mouth immediately descended upon one of the hardened peaks, suckling greedily as his fingers pinched and tugged at the other.
Pierre’s hands slipped beneath the waistband of Sophie’s thong, his fingers delving into her wet heat. Sophie moaned wantonly, grinding herself against his hand as she bucked her hips. He took his time, circling her swollen clit with his fingers before plunging two digits deep inside her tight channel.
The dual sensations of Marc’s hot mouth on her breast and Pierre’s probing fingers sent Sophie’s desire spiraling out of control. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body writhing and undulating as she sought more of their delicious touch.
Marc broke away from Sophie’s breast, his breathing coming in harsh pants. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice low and thick with desire. Without waiting for a response, he ripped Sophie’s thong off her body, baring her completely to their hungry gazes.
Pierre backed away, allowing Marc to lay Sophie down on the towel. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his hard cock jutting proudly from his body. Sophie looked up at him with hooded eyes, her lips parted and glistening with saliva.
Marc ran the tip of his erection along Sophie’s slit, coating himself in her slick arousal. Sophie whimpered, her hips lifting off the ground in a silent plea for more. With a low groan, Marc pushed forward, his thick length sinking deep into Sophie’s hot, tight welcoming depths.
Sophie cried out at the sudden invasion, her inner walls clenching around Marc’s pulsing cock. He gave her no time to adjust, setting a fast, demanding pace as he pounded into her relentlessly. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by Sophie’s wanton moans and Marc’s guttural grunts.
Pierre watched the erotic display with rapt attention, his own hand stroking his rigid shaft. Seeing Sophie lost in the throes of passion, her body bouncing with each powerful thrust of Marc’s hips, fueled his own desire. He needed to be a part of this, to feel Sophie’s tight heat wrapped around him.
Bending down, Pierre brought his mouth to Sophie’s pussy, licking along the seam of her dripping folds. Sophie screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the towel as she felt Pierre’s skilled tongue working in tandem with Marc’scock. Her hands flew to Pierre’s head, her fingers tangling in his blond curls as she held him in place.
Marc and Pierre worked in tandem, driving Sophie closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Sophie’s moans grew higher and more desperate, her inner walls beginning to flutter around Marc’s pistoning length. With a particularly hard thrust and a deep swipe of Pierre’s tongue over her sensitive clit, Sophie came undone, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
Her release triggered her lovers’ own, Marc driving into her one final time before spilling his hot seed deep inside her. Pierre followed suit, his pulsing cock erupting mere inches from Sophie’s still-quivering pussy. The three of them collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and panting breaths.
They lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. But neither Marc nor Pierre had plans to let Sophie rest for long. With a muffled groan, Marc rolled to the side, his spent cock slipping from Sophie’s. Pierre moved to take his place, sprawling out between her splayed thighs.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise. Sophie shivered at the raw need in his eyes, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. She spread her legs wider in invitation, ready to give herself over to his hungry touch once again.
And there, beneath the golden rays of the summer sun, the three lovers gave in to their basest desires, their bodies moving together in a timeless, carnal dance, the air filled with the sounds of their moans and the scent of their shared passion.
