Hot Wife Tour Orgy Super Sluts
“Hot Wife Tour Orgy Super Sluts”
The luxury charter yacht, named “Fantasy”, cut a sleek form through the turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea. On its upper deck, a wild orgy was already in full swing before the sun had set. The pulsing bass from house music reverberated off the polished wood and through the air.
Angelina, a fiery redhead MILF with hypnotizing blue eyes, propped herself up on her elbows on the sunbed. Her curvy body and large, perky breasts, barely contained by a tiny black bikini, drew attention from the growing crowd of men circling her like hungry sharks.
“That’s Angelina, the hot wife from that ‘Orgy Super Sluts’ video that went viral,” one bespectacled nerd-girl whispered to another as they sipped Sex on the Beach cocktails.
“Yeah, I heard Johnny Love is her hubby. He’s fucking loaded,” the other replied, blue eyes already undressing Angelina.
On an adjacent sunbed lay Ebony, her deep brown skin glistening under the tropical sun. Stretched out languidly, the curvy BBW beauty showcased her massive breasts. Her waist plunged dangerously in, giving her irresistible hourglass figure.
“Check out Ebony,” purred one of the male onlookers. “Gonna pound that chocolate booty till she screams!”
Noticing the attention, Ebony slowly spread her thick thighs, beckoning towels to hide between the folds of her pussy. She licked her full lips, ocean-blue contact lenses glinting.
The two sizzling super sluts represented what this orgy cruise was all about. Exclusively invited guests, “the lucky sperm club”, as Angelina liked to call the clientele. A gaggle of hung, rich studs eager to party and fuck uninhibitedly. More guests arrived every minute, trading stories from other raunchy events hosted by Johnny Love.
Like Big Rhonnie, the six-foot-eight black basketball star, girlfriend in tow. “Yo yo yo, it’s the Rhonnie my gangster!” he bellowed in greeting, pulling Angelina into a rib-crushing hug. His hands squeezed her soft ass while she giggled.
C تخل and Sage, the international porn stars, arrived next. Tanned and nubile, they sashayed to the drink station, hips swaying seductively. “Gimme a blow job in a glass, oh handsome,” Cysł purred to the bartender, eliciting titters from those nearby.
Then Johnny Love himself appeared, tanned, fit, and ringleader of the lascivious shenanigans. In a brief white robe, his startling blue eyes flicked over the crowd like a lustful searchlight. “Welcome to another ‘How Not To Behave’ party, aboard the good ship Fucktastic!” He raised a glass of champagne, then downed it in one shot.
Female screams and throaty moans soon echoed across the deck. Tanned limbs tangled on the sunbeds. Ebony pulled Angelina into a sloppy french kiss, tongues mingling obscenely. Cvoegl and Sage shared another girl, passing her around for drunken kisses.
Strong male hands tugged at bikinis. Angelina sucked off Big Rhonnie’s enormous black cock. Cچی and Sage got eaten on the fly bridge by two young studs. The air crackled with sex energy.
Underneath the pool slide, in the water, a tag-team ass pounding of Ebony’s voluptuous booty set off fireworks. Johnny Love alternately rammed C’évolution while she nervously ate Ebony out.
Soon, most girls have balls deep in party boy cock. The crimson cum cocktail leaking from stretched holes was their battle paint. Trickles of pearlescent spunk painted their skin. Cock and pussy juice glistened on their skin.
“I hope my man knows what I’m out here doing,” Angelina said breathily, a look of wild possibility dancing in her eyes.
“Shut up and take it like a goodgirl!” Johnny Love barked. In a flurry of pornstar moves, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, driving his giant dong balls deep inside her.
Colorful Mardi Gras beads, party favors of the already classless event, were the orgy’s orgiastic punctuation mark. Again and again, Johnny Love and the other studs buried their cocks again and again into the railroaded sluts’ wet pussies and stretched assholes, earning a new bead every time they climaxed inside them.
“Oh my god, I’m pregnant!” CVelocity squealed as spray painted her insides.
“Me, too!” Ebony psychic had said it before Sage.
After everyone was hosed, drenched, exhausted, they collapsed in a groaning, sighing, happily inebriated heap. The smell of sex pheromone, sweat, bubbly, bodily fluids permeated the air…
Across the salty sea, the vessel flew throughout the night, the orgy still going on, orgy goers and staff still drunk and horny, the Caribbean waters never calm enough to douse the fires building inside the Fantasy Bus.
Wait till Johnny Love releases “Hot Movies of the Naked Spring Breakers” next…
