Night time wakeup sex, fucking deep two pussies, FMF

In the pre-dawn darkness of a Russian apartment, two nubile young women slept naked and entwined in a tangle of rumpled sheets. Soft snores and gentle sighs escaped their glossed, pouty lips as they dreamt of forbidden pleasures.

Meanwhile, their lithesome, tattooed beau stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in the tri-sensual feast before him. Sweat gleamed on his chiseled abs and bulging biceps as his pulsing cock jutted eagerly from the flaps of his unzipped jeans. His dick was millimeters from the nearest, globular buttock.

bikini lines and diamond-hard nipples. Quivering, meaty lips, gleaming at the center. His nostrils flared, lungs swelling with the intoxicating musk of their arousal.

Unable to resist a moment longer, he knelt on the bed, straddling one of his angel’s supple thighs. His manhood bobbed heavily, prodding between their cheeks like a searchlight. He throbbed, sticky precum smearing their tantalizing curves.

Cresting his tip in her fuck trench, he inhaled sharply at her body’s heat. Flexing his glutes, he plunged in, hilting his full eight inches in ecstasy. A gush of slick greeted him. Retreating, he impaled her again, reveling in velvety friction.

His lover’s eyes fluttered open at the intrusion. “Mmmh…(hic!)…wait…” she mumbled thickly, tongue tangling with her own drool. “Who dares awaken me for…a sopa-sop становништ! Here, this one requires a warm-up.”

He complied, cupping her other hip and grinding his shaft. The second woman gasped awake, scissoring her legs in alarm. “Zhaposn Khariton!’ she yelped. “1000 reasons, don’t!”

“For fear it won’t be 1001…” their seducer baited, snapping his hips. Warming her gliding pistons, he pummeled her slick walls until she forgot to argue. She was as rapturously helpless as her sister, face contorting.

Grabbing both peaches of ass, he alternated spearing them until they undulated, each receptive hole rippling around him, trying to ensnare him. Seated deep, his heavy balls swinging, he reached forward to seize their nipples.

Wringing and twisting the sensitive nubs, he pressed Brett defiantly. They writhed, long hair writhing, keening the pleasure/pain. Faster, harder, he snapped his waist, drilling into their core, determined to split them.

They countered his thrusts instinctively, plunging onto his cock and arching their spines. Their pussies contracted, slick muscles undulating along his plunging meat, working to spiral his doing. He groaned, sweat modernity his muscular physique.

Abandoning their nipples, he gathered both bottoms, forcing the girls to kneel splayed before him. Supporting their weight, he began to fuck them in tandem, cock shuttling between their gaping, gorged flights. The thick, swollen heads of their clits smeared together, turgid nubs tingling.

Two sets of lashes fluttered, eyes rolling back. Slick, undignified moans escaped them, spiced with profanity. Their slobbering mouths hung slack, tongues extending as if trying to taste the potent threat fucking them into oblivion.

“Oh my fucking god!” the second girl shrieked. “I’m cumming!”

Her sister joined in a wordless howl. Dully, they recognized the other pounding inside them, threatening to split them: a cock spiraling inside their wombs, their blended, engorged clits. From swaying, undulating hips to milking pussies, they convulse.

Yanking greedily at his glans, their folds suctioned greedily, trying to milk him. All consideration of cumming evaporated, only the need to be filled. Drool sprayed from their mouths in desperate, white noise. They were sated with orgasmic bliss.

Then, suddenly, the precipice. Wailing, their abdomens clenched. Eyes goggling, they levitated. The pressure rearroating, feet rose on shanking toes. Backs snapped rigid, pelvises waggling. Swelling from the inside.

They screamed, erasers launching mouths agape, eyes vacated. Ecstacy flooded their brains, neurochemicals storming, taking them someplace. Ape tits and pinnacles tasting heaven. Star stuff flooded their veins until they asphyxiated their lungs.

Plummeting vertical, convulsing with ligaments, jerking like they were being electrocuted, they gushed. Gush: a watery liquid that squirted from below, gushing from their slit holes. Hitting the inner thighs, the bedlinen, the cock still spearing them, before the fluid was the first one with one prodigy screamer and the cum, the second sinking the muscles.

In the Russian dawn, the three lovers lay tangled in sodden sheets, sweat cooling, breaths evening. In the shadows, sticky warmth blanketed their spent bodies. Seed-bloated bellies rose and fell.

Sated, the couple shared tender kisses, glistening limbs twining, until dawn broke and the day demanded their emergence.