Martina Smeraldi Came After Party To Fuck Me and My Wife Tru Kait

Title: “An Italian Sexcapade: A Martian & Tru Kait Threesome”

The night was still young and buzzing with energy as Martina Smeraldi, her loose blonde curls grazing her bare shoulders, sauntered into the dimly lit after-party. The scent of expensive perfume and arousal hung thick in the air, entwining with the pulsating beats emanating from the state-of-the-art sound system. Martina’s crimson lips curled into a wicked smile as she spied her prey across the room.

Tru Kait, with her cocoa skin and raven mane, was sandwiched between two bodies, writhing in sensual undulation. Each curve of her lithe form was hidden beneath a shimmering black fabric that clung to her body like a second skin. As if sensing Martina’s presence, Tru glanced over, her golden gaze locking with Martina’s emerald green eyes. The tension between them crackled, sparking a silent promise of carnal delights to come.

Martina sashayed over, her hips swaying with each step, a glass of bubbly in her manicured hand. “Ciao, bellissima,” she purred, leaning in to press a moist kiss on Tru’s full lips. The Italian accent rolled off her tongue, heavy with darkened intent. “Having fun, tesoro?”

Tru nipped at Martina’s lower lip before pulling back with a seductive smirk. “Always, when you’re around. Fancy a quick shag, dolcezza?”

Martina chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “A tarda leerci, come si dice? Oh… ‘a late walk.’ But tonight, I have a better idea. There’s someone else I’d like to introduce you to…”

Taking Tru’s hand, Martina led her through the jostling mass of bodies, their shoulders brushing against strangers. Tru’s heart raced with anticipation. Martina never disappointed. Upon reaching a secluded alcove, Martina rapped gently on the door’s surface.

Moments later, it swung open, revealing a tall, dark, and handsome stranger. His chiseled features were accentuated by the soft light cascading from within. “Gentlemen, please meet my friend, Tru Kait,” Martina purred, guiding Tru inside.

“Buonasera, signori,” Tru murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed tones.

Martina closed the door, encasing them in their own private world, shielded from the debauchery reigning beyond. “Now, where were we?” she asked with a wicked grin.

The man stepped forward, his eyes raking over Tru’s form hungrily. “I believe you two were about to fuck me,” he growled, voice heavy with lust.

Tru felt a shiver of desire course through her body. This was the moment she lived for, the reason she came to these after-parties. The thrill of the hunt, the chase, the sexual conquest. “Is that so?”

Martina reached out, trailing a finger along Tru’s jawline. “He has a point, bellissima. What do you say we put all our doubts to rest and show our new friend a good time?”

Tru leaned into Martina’s touch, her own hands finding the fastenings of the man’s trousers. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With deft fingers, Tru freed his impressive length, stroking it gently. The man groaned, his hips jerking forward, seeking more contact. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, hands groping Tru’s breasts through her flimsy top.

Martina, not one to be left out, dropped to her knees beside Tru, helping to remove the man’s trousers and boxers. Together, the two women laved his pulsing erection with their tongues, tasting each other’s arousal in the process. The man tangled his fingers in their hair, his head falling back in ecstasy.

After ensuring he was adequately wet and slick, Martina released him and pushed to her feet. Turning to Tru, she captured her lips in a searing kiss, plunging her tongue inside to coddle Tru’s own. Their tongues twined in a sensual dance, as they helped each other out of their skimpy clothing.

Tru gasped as cool air hit her heated skin, puckering her nipples. Breaking the kiss, she turned to the man, pushing him onto the plush sofa that lined the room. “My turn,” she purred, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his rigid shaft with a low moan.

Martina leaned back against the armrest, stroking her own slick folds as she watched the debauched display before her. Tru undulated atop the man, her nails raking down his sweat-glistened chest. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, interspersed with grunts and moans of pleasure.

Tru varied her rhythm, changing pace and pressure to gauge the man’s reactions. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her lush curves as he bucked up to meet her downward thrusts. “Fuck, just like that,” he growled.

After several moments, Tru slipped from his grasp, leaving his member cold. She shot him a coy smile as she ascended the armrest, lowering herself onto his face. “Your turn to please me, amore,” she cooed.

Martina took her place in the vacated space, hovering over the man until his lips made contact with her aching core. The women clung to each other, double teaming the man, each lost in their own world of pleasure. The trio moved as one, a writhing mass of limbs, moans and skin.

The man’s tongue plied Tru, alternating between laaving broad strokes over her slit and flicking against her sensitive pearl. At the same time, his erection nudged at Martina’s entrance, sliding in with little resistance. The women rocked against him, each seeking their own satisfaction.

Tru’s fingers interlaced with Martina’s, their hands coming together to fondle her breast. Martina’s own hand slid between Tru’s legs, circling her clit with skill. Between the sensations clamping down on her shrieking nerves, Tru felt her climax building swiftly in her center.

With a keening wail, Tru came undone, spasms wracking her body as she writhed above the man. Her release triggered his own; he surged forward, spilling his seed deep within Martina’s shuddering canal as she followed Tru over the edge.

The three collapsed together, spent and sated, chest heaving with exertion. “That was…” The man trailed off, unable to find adequate words.

“Bellissimo,” Martina finished for him with a languid smile. “Shall we do it again?”

Their night was far from over.