Phil Varone has a threesome with a couple of hot groupies in “Groupies 2”!

Buckle up, darlin’, ’cause I’m about to spin you a wild tale about rock ‘n roll bad boy Phil Varone and his steamy threesome in “Groupies 2”. This ain’t no fairy tale, so if you’re easily offended, better hit the back button now. This story’s got a rock hard edge, just like Phil himself.

Picture this: it’s a hot summer night, and Phil’s band is just wrapping up a killer set. The crowd’s gone wild, the sweat’s pourin’ down Phil’s sun-tanned body. He’s a rebel, a bad boy with a leather jacket, tattoos snaking up his muscular arms, and a reputation that precedes him. The girls love him, and he knows it.

As Phil steps off stage, he’s immediately swarmed by a gaggle of gorgeous groupies. They’re all dolled up in short skirts, fishnet stockings, and more makeup than a Hollywood starlet. But there are two in particular that catch Phil’s eye: a busty blonde with hair as golden as the sun and a petite little thing with a shaved head and a piercing through her tongue. Their names are Tiffany and CLEO.

Phil winks at them, motioning for them to join him backstage. They’re practically drooling as they follow him, their hips swaying as they walk. Phil can’t keep his eyes off their plump ass cheeks peeking out from under their miniskirts. He knows he’s in for a wild night.

Once in the dressing room, Phil turns on his seductive charm. He hands them a joint, lighting it up with a flick of his lighter. “So, ladies, you like rock ‘n roll, huh?” he purrs, taking a long drag.

Tiffany giggles, leaning in close. Phil can smell her sweet perfume mixed with the musky scent of sweat. “We love it, baby,” she says, tracing a finger down Phil’s chest. “Especially when it comes from the source.”

Cleo joins her, both girls sandwiching Phil between them. They start to undress him slowly, kissing his neck, biting his ear lobes. Phil groans, his cock thickening in his tight leather pants. He reaches down and gropes Tiffany’s big tits, making her moan.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he growls, pinching her nipples through her skintight top. Tiffany purrs and starts to unzip his pants, freeing his massive erection. She wraps her hand around it, stroking him from base to tip.

Cleo licks her lips, eyeing Phil’s cock hungrily. She drops to her knees, placing her shaved head right in front of his throbbing member. Tiffany guides it to her mouth, letting Cleo slurp up the precum drooling from the tip. Cleo moans, loving the salty taste.

Next, Tiffany shimmies out of her skirt, revealing her bare pussy. She straddles Cleo’s face, lowering her wet cunt to the waiting tongue. Cleo laps at her slit, spitting on it to get her nice and slick. Phil watches, stroking his cock and enjoying the show.

“Not yet stud,” Tiffany says, pushing his hand away. “Keep that hot load for me.” She then climbs onto the dressing room couch, spreading her legs wide. “I want you to fuck me, Phil. Hard.”

Phil doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs on top of her, guiding his cock to her needy hole. He slides in easily, wetted by Cleo’s spit. Tiffany cries out, wrapping her legs around his waist. She’s never felt so full before.

“Oh fuck, you’re huge,” she moans, claws digging into Phil’s back. Phil starts to thrust, his hips slamming into hers with each stroke. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and helpless moans of pleasure.

Cleo watches, playing with her clit, getting off on seeing her friend get so well and truly fucked. She slides in next to Tiffany, rubbing her own pussy against her thigh. Their breasts mash together as Cleo kisses her, all lips and tongues and smothering passion.

The couch creaks under their weight, almost giving out as Phil fucks Tiffany harder and harder. Tiffany screams in ecstasy as Phil pounds her G-spot, waves of powerful orgasms ripping through her curvy body. She coats his cock in her juices, grinding against him with abandon.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Phil grunts, feeling his balls tighten. He pulls out just in time, holding his cock as he shoots stream after stream of hot cum all over Tiffany’s heaving tits. Some even lands on Cleo’s face and she laps it up like a kitten at a bowl of milk.

They collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap, bodies entwined, hearts beating as one. They stay like that for a while, just basking in the afterglow. “Fuck, you girls are something else,” Phil rasps, finally catching his breath.

Tiffany and Cleo giggle, exchanging a knowing look. They’ve done this before,ylvaniae band groupies know how to fuck as good as they take it. Phil knows he’ll be adding them to his permanent setlist. After all, when you’ve got a reputation like his, you don’t settle for anything less than the best. And these two are the epitome of rock ‘n roll royalty.