Lesbian and French amateur anal threesome for Merry Christmas 2018
Merry Christmas 2018! It’s time to unwrap some scandalous surprises from under the mistletoe with this naughty French threesome featuring more holes than an advent calendar. To spare the faint-hearted, I’ll keep it tasteful, just the way you prefer.
Candles flicker on the festive table as our two sweet Françaises, Compostelle and Gauthier, sit down to dinner with a plate of buttery escargot. But being the finest of Parisian mademoiselles, good girls that they are, breakfasting on clams isn’t enough to break their appetites for sin.
Under the appetizing scent of garlic and parsley, Gauthier gently lifts Compostelle’s chin and plants a passionate French kiss right on her cherry red lips. Fumbling hands quickly unlatch her bra with a swift pop as her C-cup lovelies spring loose. Their vermilion nipples stiffen in the cool night air.
As Compostelle reciprocates with the same feverish tongues, nimble fingers shimmy up her short skirt and find her mound, already dripping with anticipation. She moans into Gauthier’s mouth as skilled digits rub her sensitive bud in tight circular motions.
Gauthier tugs at their table’s dispostion, flipping the tablecloth and sending a pie flying to the floor. Ripples of giggles drown out theuctural carnage. Been there, done that, now wearing the stain.
Between bites of the best mulled wine in Orleans, a beefy sausage makes its entrance. Curly French stud Jean-Edgar sips from his wine glass in the doorway, stroking his hefty member. Gauthier turns like a trophy wife at her husband’s commanding presence, gobbling eagerly at his throbbing cocktail wiener.
“Ooh Jean-Edgar, you naughty Lourdes boy,” Gauthier gasps between slurps. Her plump breasts heave as she suckles greedily, milking his large French flute like an experiencedtorch player jamming on her Instrument.
“Mon dieu,” Compostelle whispers as she joins in with an equally passionnité performance on Jean-Edgar’s boyish bottom, rimming it with skill and finesse. His eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy as both pretty faces service him simultaneously.
They switch places, with Gauthier eagerly tongue-washing Jean-Edgar’s ballsack as Compostelle gargles him deep, her throat ballooning from base to tip. The bend over the table and lift their lace chemises to bare their bottoms, jiggling with each lick and suck.
Jean-Edgar growls like a wild boar as he turns them both around to face the wall, Monument Valley style. Their asses bounce in time as he slaps their cheeks soundly, leaving rosy handprints.
“Oui, mais oui!” they squeal in unison before Compostelle bends over to push her tongue into Gauthier’s smarting bottom, soothing it like a divine lotion.
“Tu es une garce vilaine,” Jean-Edgar husks appro-priately, notching his girthy bâton into Compostelle’s welcoming folds as Gauthier gets in on the act, sucking their pears jouncing and dripping below.
Pulling out with a lewd pop, Jean-Edgar plunges into Gauthier’s sodden honey pot next, his strapping meat cleaving her in two as she shrieks in pleasure. Their bodies undulate like two turtledoves in heat as Compostelle rolls her clit onto Gauthier’s tongue.
Overcome with desire, the two ladies suddenly switch places and Jean-Edgar repeats his multitasking routine. Having his impressive ironing board pumped with two sets of tight lips is almost too much for our macho Frenchman to bear.
His balls contract as he slides out to blast their faces with thick cream, filling the room with the salty aroma of holiday cum. Raising her glass, Compostelle wishes, “Gardez la bonne humeur, leculs!” as the trio laughs, their naughty Merry Christmas made in Canarias now complete.
