More Than Retail – RealityKings with Karlee Grey, Logan Long, Karter Foxx

Title: The Italian Job: Karlee Grey and Logan Long’s Indelible Impressions

Misalliances by no means tasted so candy, nor felt so debauched, as in RealityKings’ saucy threesome “More Than Retail.” This was no extraordinary heist. Oh no. This was a full-blown caper, orchestrated between unlikely allies – a demure retail clerk turned vixen, an itinerant Italian, and a ravenous redhead – all within the title of sinful pleasure.

Cut to a bustling, midsummer day in a modest suburban strip mall. Inside a boutique known as “Barely There,” a statuesque blonde MOD, Karlee Grey, is hawking skimpy swimsuits to sun-starved prospects, whereas secretly dreaming of one thing… or somebody… extra.

Enter Loggia da Longo, an rakish, Italian lensman strutting into the store with digicam in hand and libido on a brief leash. He’s boyishly charming, with a twinkle within the nook of 1 eye and a silver tongue tripping merrily off the opposite as he charms Karlee into changing into his eponymous muse.

Little does Karlee know, Loggia’s actual goal is not her picture, however her physique, in all its high-definition splendor. As he snaps away, Loggia’s visions flip anatomical, caressing her curves along with his digicam, and reconsidering his inventive strategy to the purpose of unsheathing. Karlee quickly catches on, setting her digicam on a tripod and taking a seat on the suede “pink room” couch, titillating Loggia by bending over and giving him an eyeful of her tight, ravenous snatch peeking flirtatiously from underneath her skimpy solar costume.

“More than retail? How about more than a fling?” Karlee purrs, pulling him shut as her nimble fingers make fast work of Loggia’s fly. His huge cock is unleashed in a heartbeat, rock onerous and prepared for motion because the assembled wigs, racks and attire provide a stage of the sordid type.

Loggia proves a swarthy stallion in each sense, mounting Karlee’s perky, pillowy rump and plying her pink crevice with celestial cock. Ponytail bobbing, Karlee squeals in supersonic delight, moaning bay-bee as Loggia’s inflexible rod pummels her pussy into submissive give up. Her juicy, jiggling ass ripples with each thrust, her bald snatch gripping Loggia’s thickness like a grasping backyard glove as he oils her passage along with his king-sized cock.

Loggia da Longo fucks like a pilot on the purpose of a mission, his hips onerous and regular, balls driving balls-deep into Karlee’s hungry gap. Karlee, the jaded intercourse kitten, is immediately the wide-eyed ingénue, swept away on a super-squirt screda rapido as Loggia kilos her pussy into pinpoint orgasm. Squirt after squirt spills from her spasming snatch as Loggia cock smacks her cervix into woodsmoke ecstasy solely to drag out and splatter her spanked cheeks with sticky salami, his cock collapsing with Cameronian coitus aftermath.

As the cum-splattered leads cool their jizz-spent jets, in walks none aside from Karter Foxx, an overbearing ex-employee smelling of thwarted vengeance. The diminutive minx flits from rack to rack, disparaging the lot, when karma catches up with a slap to the rear. Karlee and Loggia collaborate, binding the mincing manageress to a coat hanger and having their depraved manner on a round quilt of cum that appears to cowl nearly each refreshing inch of her physique.

Karter Foxx, they commerce, hardly is aware of what hit her as Loggia’s cock slithers into her glazed honey gap. She hums like an electrical razor as he shaves off a dollop of cunt with every thrust, her juicy ass lipper flipping internal earlobe as he fucks her MKAFOM. Her corpulent clit, nonetheless sticky with cream, blooms into the ‘$20,000 Oyster’ when Karlee leans in and laps the size of it together with her tongue, sucking, slurping and tonguing the quivering quill to drilling egg-white eruption. Karter claps and cries, the sound proof lady gone ghetto fabulous, sopping and drooling on a botanical of bliss.

Words and bodily fluids are quickly popping out of Karter’s mouth with all the facility and fury of Vesuvio as she takes her place on the couch, two cocks thick and onerous at her disposal. She swallows Loggia all the way down to the pubes whereas mouth fucking his inflexible rod, wringing it dry of drops and leaving it shining as Karlee’s dainty digits plunge into her simmering snatch. Karter gushes shrieks of candy launch as she comes many times, a weeping wound between her legs.

By the time Loggia and Karlee have creamed Karter Foxx like a babka, there is a downpour of cum on the quilt, with Karter mendacity uncovered amidst it like a sea mammal ached by harpooning. Karlee and Loggia are gone, the scene of the heist affected by the least of their victims, and the digicam pans over the sex-stained scene mike hunt.

Indeed, life – and love – go on outdoors Barely There, because the retail enviornment of sexual activity grows fertile once more with technique, subterfuge and sens-imment. As for Loggia, Karlee and Karter? He’s jumped the counter and rooted, driving off along with his redhead and bottle salvaged, repeated by this blonde to inform. The Italian Job has been performed.

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