Nicole Montero, Rafa and Teenager Sheylla Wandergirlt cum on her cock

In the sultry confines of a dimly lit boudoir, three captivating figures writhed in a tangle of limbs, each craving their own taste of carnal bliss. At the center of this erotic tableau was the statuesque, ebony beauty known as Nicole Montero, her bald head gleaming beneath the flickering candlelight. Her succulent breasts, ripe and full, heaved with each ragged breath she drew, their summit crowned by pebbled, dusky nipples.

Across from her, the lithe form of Rafa twists and coils like a basking viper in the waning sunlight. His smooth, muscular chest ripples as he undulates against Nicole, the smooth glide of their oiled bodies melding together in a slick sheen of perspiration. Nestled between them both, a nubile ingénue by the name of Sheylla Wandergirlt trembles with moans of pure ecstasy. Atop her face, she wears a coy smile and her round, high ass bounced happily between them. Her slender legs are wrapped around Rafa, and her blue eyes are starstruck with wonder at the sensations they are subjecting her to.

Nicole’s hands are everywhere at once, roaming over the soft, trembling curves of Sheylla’s nubile body. She traces the delicate line of her collarbones, dips to mold around the swell of her breasts, and squeezes the plush globes of her ass. She sinks her teeth into the heaving mounds, suckling and lapping at Sheylla’s dusky pink nipples until they pebble into stiff peaks.

Rafa’s lithe body undulates against Sheylla’s backside, his rock-hard cock sliding between her soft cheeks. He reaches around to grind his hips against hers, the flared head of his shaft nudging against her weeping slit. Slowly, teasingly, he Notches his thick cock at her sopping entrance and locks into place with a guttural moan, sheathing himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

Sheylla’s eyes roll back in sheer bliss, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of raw ecstasy. Her fingers claw at Nicole’s breasts, squeezing the taut mounds and pinching her nipples until they ache. Nicole arches into the touch, bucking her hips in time with Rafa’s relentless thrusts.

The salacious trio sets a brutal pace, sweat slicked skin slapping together in a lewd symphony. Nicole’s head dips down to settle between Sheylla’s thighs, lapping greedily at her sopping pussy. Her tongue plumbs the teen’s depths, swirling and twisting until Sheylla’s thighs clench around her head in a vice.

Rafa grinds into her slick folds, his thick shaft pulsing inside her. His fingers bite into the soft flesh of her hips, angling her just right to hit her deepest, most sensitive spot. With each powerful thrust, Sheylla feels herself climbing higher and higher, a mounting pressure coiling low in her gut.

Nicole’s fingers join her tongue, stroking along Sheylla’s throbbing clit as she fucks her with her mouth. Sheylla’s moans turn to screams, her voice raw and ragged as she teeters on the brink.

With a furious growl, Rafa slams into her one last time, his cock jerking and pulsing as he floods her cunt with his hot seed. The feel of his thick cum splashing against her walls sends Sheylla careening over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.

Her body goes rigid, spine arched and toes curled. Sheylla’s screams of rapture blend with Nicole’s gagged moans as she continues to lap hungrily at her pulsing pussy. A second orgasm crashes through her only moments after the first, her vision whitening at the edges.

With a final, muffled cry, Sheylla slumps bonelessly against Nicole’s breasts, her head lolling to the side. Her eyelids flutter closed as she struggles to catch her breath, a blissed out smile trembling on her lips.

Nicole and Rafa trade a satisfied grin over her prone form, licking cum and juices from their smacking lips. Carefully, they lower her to the silk sheets, shifting to lay on either side of her.

Nicole presses a tender kiss to Sheylla’s temple, her fingers gentling in the neat lines of her short blue hair. Rafa drapes a leg over her thighs, his palm resting possessively over the soft swell of her belly.

In the aftermath of their couling of flesh and cum, the only sound is the heavy pant of their breaths and the distant shuffling of codes vying for glory. Sleep begins to overtake them all, the sated exhaustion pulling their lids low and slowing their hearts.

Nicole presses one last tender kiss to Sheylla’s temple, murmuring, “Pleasant dreams, kitten.”

With that, the trio drifts off to sleep, their bodies entwined and slick with each other’s essence. The boudoir holds its breath in anticipation of their next carnal encounter.