First Sex Tape with Millie Morgan – Sexy Hippies

Title: A Trip Down Memory Lane: Millie Morgan’s Vintage Threesome

They were the swinging sixties, an era of free love, peace, and experimentation. Amidst the colorful haze of Woodstock and the Summer of Love, there lived a trio of just twenty-somethings, Brutus, Casanova, and Millie Morgan, who embodied the spirit of despreoccupation better than anyone else. They were bon vivant hippies, wandering the countryside in a psychedelic Volkswagen van, seeking new experiences and expressing their limitless love for one another.

One sunny afternoon, the three inadvertently stumbled upon a hidden hot spring nestled deep within a lush forest. The steaming waters beckoned them like sirens from a mythical realm, promising rejuvenation and forgetfulness of the world’s troubles. Without hesitation, the free-spirited adults stripped naked, laying their colorful clothes on the forest floor, before immersing themselves in the tantalizing waters.

As the trio lounged in the water, their bodies entwined, Casanova playfully splashed Millie, prompting a delighted squeal from the petite blonde. The thin rivulets that ran down her flat stomach and between her perky breasts were enough to stir the stirrings of arousal in both men. Brutus, overcome by desire, kissed Millie deeply while Casanova’s hands roamed her smooth skin, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs.

Millie returned their affections with fervor, her small hands caressing their muscular torsos and grasping their hardening cocks underwater. The three made out passionately, exploring each other’s bodies with tongues and fingers as if they were rediscovering them for the first time. The heat of the spring only added to their building passion, and they soon found themselves climbing out of the water, eager for more.

Brutus laid Millie down on their clothes, and kneeling between her legs, his tongue found her most sensitive spot. As he licked and suckled, she writhed and mewled beneath him, her blonde tresses fanning out around her like a halo. Casanova watched the show hungrily while stroking his impressive 10-inch cock, its girth making Millie’s slender hand look tiny in comparison.

After Millie reached her first climax with a cry of ecstasy, the lovers shifted positions so Casanova could have his turn. He flipped the petite hippie over onto her hands and knees, her pert ass raised invitingly in the air. Brutus took the prime spot between Millie’s thighs, where he rapidly fingered her in preparation for Casanova.

The well-hung stud then entered Millie from behind, and she groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, unused to being stretched so wide. Once she had accommodated Casanova’s manhood, Brutus came up alongside the two, his own generous cock before her face. That left her in the ultimate predicament: stuffed in front and back by two immense cocks.

Millie took Brutus into her mouth, savoring the salty musk of his manhood. But Casanova’s rhythm made blowjobs difficult, so often she was overcome, his girthy length dragging wetly from her lips as he plunged into her, only to return when he withdrew. The dick in her pussy was nothing compared to what stretched her jaw and mouth, seeing how each was longer, thicker and heavier. The only thing she could manage was to wrap her lips around him and suck what she could from Brutus side to side movements. The entire time the blonde’s eyes rolled up and back as the orgasmic whorls intensified with each thrust and pistoning of Casanova’s hips.

Soon the pattern lost all coherence to her, in the narcotic cocktail of her nerves, the two men became fusions, indistinguishable from each other and she just let her emotions flow to whatever cock was being pounded into her or her face at that moment. Her own howls soon rose a pitch beyond humanity, reduced to a cartoonish keening that reveled in getting double stuffed by the two hippie lovers.

Her screams climbed in pitch with Casanova’s increasing urgency, and when he came, he shot ropes of semen deep into her womb as Brutus pulled out of her mouth, his member jerking in the open air. Pulling her up and spinning her with an abandon that came from an orgasmic delirium mixed with limitless love, Casanova enveloped her in an embrace and planted passionate kisses all over the petite blonde’s face and neck.

Brutus then positioned himself under Millie, so that when she lowered herself onto his cock, she would be in the center of their loving threesome. As the blonde straddled Brutus, Casanova knelt behind her, his semi-hard cock slipping easily back into her slick pussy as they made passionate love under the open sky.

The loving triplets embraced and rocked gently, then bucked faster and harder as their pleasure reached its peak. After what seemed an eternity of ecstasy and bliss, they collapsed together in a tangle of naked limbs, their hearts beating as one and sweat-slicked skin glistening in the golden afternoon light. In that moment, the whole world melted away, and there was only the three of them – two beautiful souls and one infinitely sexy hippie, intertwined in love’s purest embrace.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor, Millie and her lovers reluctantly recalled they had responsibilities in this concrete jungle we call town, news and jobs to catch up on. But such was the pure free spirit of Millie Morgan and her free loving hippie harem, they would not let such trifles mar theirAhHaHi experiences. Besides, they would be back to their adventures again soon, part of the Hippie ethos was living for the moment, for now. With that parting they bid the wild ladies and gentry of the Hippie stations to not let last night and this threesome be the end of the love caravans. Rather let it be a tale for the future. A legend for the next generation of free loving hippies which would be as fresh and vibrant as they.

And as the trio trekked back to civilisation, they sang old songs of love, leaving nothing behind but a fading scent of patchouli, rose petals and sex under the blue sky, with the promise of more adventures to come. After all, can you ever have enough of life’s simplest pleasures when you’re young and beautiful? Surely not in the Summer of Love.