Michelle Thorne And Blonde Women In Two Out Of This World Blonde Lesbian Bombshells Spank And Use Dildo On Each Other

The sun had barely begun to set over the distant horizon when Michelle Thorne returned home, exhausted from a long day at the office. As she stepped through the front door, she was greeted by the sight of two stunning blondes sprawled out on the couch, engaged in a heated make-out session.

“Well, well, well,” Michelle purred, kicking off her heels and strutting over to join them. “Aren’t you two a surprising pair.”

The blondes broke their kiss, turning to face Michelle with mischievous grins.

“Surprise!” they chorused, hopping up from the couch.

Michelle shook her head, laughing as she pulled them both into a tight embrace. “You know I hate surprises,” she chided, her voice light and teasing.

The blondes, of course, paid her scolding no mind. Instead, they whispered naughtily in her ear as their hands began to wander, caressing her curves through the fabric of her suit. Michelle couldn’t help but shiver at their touch, her arousal building already.

“Well,” she said breathlessly, “since you’ve gone to all this trouble to surprise me, I suppose I have no choice but to indulge you.”

The women grinned, their eyes twinkling with delight. They backed Michelle up until she was pressed against the wall, their bodies sandwiching her in between. And then, without warning, they dropped to their knees before her.

Skilled fingers made quick work of Michelle’s zipper, tugging her pants down over her hips and thighs until they pooled at her ankles. She gasped as a warm mouth met her lace-covered sex, pressing open-mouthed kisses through the fabric that made her knees go weak.

The other woman, meanwhile, nuzzled into Michelle’s neck, her teeth grazing the delicate skin there as deft hands worked to unbutton her blouse. She arched into the touch, her breasts spilling free of their lace confines, the peaks already hard and aching for attention.

The blonde at Michelle’s feet peeled the panties away, her tongue delving into the slick folds of Michelle’s sex. Her other lover latched onto a rosy nipple, rolling and tugging at the sensitive bud with lips and teeth until Michelle thought she might scream.

She wound her fingers through the blonde strands of her attackers, holding them to her as they worked tirelessly to unravel her. When the first orgasm crashed over her, she cried out, her body spasming against the wall.

The blonde between her thighs didn’t let up, continuing to lave at her clit, her fingers pressing deep into Michelle’s core, curling to tap that sweet spot inside until the sensations became almost too much to bear.

Michelle was still panting, still quivering with the aftershocks of her climax, when they turned her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. A stinging slap across her ass made her yelp and she found herself grinding back into the touch, silently begging for more.

They gave it to her in spades. Blistering smacks rained down across the curve of her ass, making her flesh jiggle and burn. The pain mingled deliciously with the lingering pleasure from before, stoking the flames of her desire higher and higher.

Between her legs, she felt the pressure of a fat dildo, rounded at the tip and tapered at the base. She moaned as it breached her entrance, the silicone cool against her scorching heat. The blonde pushed it in slowly, stretching her, filling her inch by tortuous inch until she had taken the whole thing.

And then they fucked her with it, fast and hard. Each rough thrust of the toy pulled another guttural cry from her throat, her fingers digging into the upholstery as they held her down. She could feel the tension coiling deep inside, building like a tidal wave.

When she came, it was like a supernova. Her vision went white and her muscles clenched, shattering around the dildo still plunging into her. Through it all, they never let up, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her shaking, sobbing form.

Finally, when she had nothing left to give, they let her collapse onto the couch, the dildo slipping from her abused hole. She could barely move, barely think beyond the haze of satisfaction surrounding her like a warm cocoon.

The blondes curled up with her, their limbs twining together like the branches of a tree. They petted her and praised her, cooing soft nothings into her ear. Michelle couldn’t remember ever feeling so utterly content.

And as for the ladies who had brought her to such dizzying heights of ecstasy? They stretched out on either side of her, their own nipples peaked through their sheer negligees. Michelle knew it was just a matter of time before the survivors came back to play, and she couldn’t wait.

Her eyes fluttered closed, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Perhaps surprises weren’t so bad after all.|(|im_end|>