DPFanatics 2 Dicks for Flexible Squirter Ballerina!

Title: The Bendy Ballerina’s Two-Pronged Ecstasy

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It commences with a soft lilt, Satine’s delicate foot arching impossibly, ankle flexed, as she pirouettes with fluid grace into frame. Her leotard stretches taut over supple curves, bricks of her toned ass peeking from beneath the hem. Brunette tendrils swish against her jaw as she spins.

“Looks like someone’s flexible,” a gruff male voice intones from off-screen, heavy with anticipation.

“Oh stop,” she feigns coyly, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrays practiced coquettishness. This minx knows just how to play the part. The flooring creek betrays the approach of two lumbering figures – one sinewy and tanned, the other broad and hairy. Suit-clad and smelling of musk.

The sun-kissed hulk sidles up to Satine’s lithe form, “I’m Alex,” he says simply, eclipsing her diminutive height.

“I’m Russ,” rumbles the other, encircling her from behind, sandwiching her between their virile energies.

Satine’s heartbeat quickens. This is her opening dance and desire. “Let’s warm up, shall we?” she suggests, bikram deception dripping from her painted pout.

The hefty leads chuckle, hungry for her pliability. They pounce, mauling her petite form between them. מוע Dockers press against her plush cheeks. slender fingers find access to her leotard, probing the slick cunt beyond.

“Oooh those cocks are so big,” she squeals, barely feigning overwhelm at their primary appendages north of 9 inches. They’re going to fill and break her tight holes.

Da… da… dum! Here comes the first crescendo. Alex drops his slacks, releasing his beastly member. It pulses purple, engorged, against his compact stomach. He seizes Satine’s tresses, smashing her face toward the angry red head. “C’mon princess, give it a taste before I shove it down your throat,” he leers, forcing her head forward with a snap.

Her yelp morphs into a gag as meatFWcIDslams her tonsils, her chest hitching. She slobbers, trying to swallow the invasion. Alex crudely takes charge, fucking her face as drool oceans her chin. She’s just a slick hole for his pleasure.

In. Out. In. Out. Throat bulges WWF-style. Her mascara runs. The camera zooms, giving glistening minute detail of the mauling. The cock’s flared crown hammering the threshold of her throat like a battering ram.

“Look at that whore,” comments Russ, hand working his own monstrous rod. “Getting her wants all at the same time.”

A lesser woman would wilt, but Satine takes the punishment, her neck straining, inhaling cock. A champion. Alex hydrates her gullet, then withdraws. She gasps, spitting and coughing, before Russ replaces him, slamming his veiny beast deep with equal ferocity and no preamble.

She’s their cocksucking sock puppet, a welcome relief for the men. They fall into a rhythm, each taking a turn, not allowing her a moment to recover. This is their tempo and she’s a pass-around toy, nothing more.

After thorough facialize they deprive her of her garments, leaving her prostrate and exposed, an altar for their pleasure. They manhandle her to the floor, retrieving coils of rope. It cinches tight, binding, spreading her limbs like a sacrifice. Her heart hammers in trepidation and yearning.

“Let’s put that beleaguered pussy to work,” Alex decides as he drapes one tree trunk leg over his shoulder, opening her. He rubs the flared head of his dick against her dripping slit, teasing. She mewls, pussy clenching, begging for fullness.

Finally, gloriously, he pushes in, impaling her on his steely shaft. Pussy screams in delight, stretched to capacity until his meaty balls slap her ass. “Oh gods!” she wails, feeling so impaled on his rigid pole.

“Tight!” Alex grunts, sawing in and out, hitting her deepest spot. She squirms against her bonds, sweat-slicked and blushing, back arching, trying to ride his pistoning member.

Then Russ works behind, looping her other leg over his broad shoulders, folding her like an origami crane. A moment later, he nudges his bulbous tip between her rosebud, demanding entrance. Mmmnnn! My goodness she’s snug and dry in this hole. he pushes through the clenched muscles same continue