Ragazzo fortunato si incula due troie al club

The young man, Laterano, swaggered into the dimly lit club, his eyes scanning the sea of writhing bodies. He was a regular here, known for his debonair charm and insatiable appetite for pleasure. Little did the unsuspecting club-goers know, Tonight was to be a night of unexpected delights for this fortunatelad.

As he bellied up to the bar, ordering a martini, his gaze fell upon a pair of tantalizing beauties shimmying on the dance floor. They were a pair of arousal-inducing twins, their matching micro-mini dresses barely containing their ample curves. Their chestnut locks bounced in unison as they gyrated to the pulsing beat, captivating all eyes in the room.

Laterano’s pulse quickened as he worked his way through the throng of dancers, positioning himself directly behind the twins. Summoning his most disarming smile, he engaged them in flirtatious conversation. The twins, breathtakingly named Rosella and Gardenia, exchanged glances of interest, before beckoning him to join them in their dance. He eagerly obliged, sandwiching himself between their nubile forms, his hands roaming appreciatively over their scantily clad bodies.

As the trio danced, the twins’ hands wandered too, fondling Laterano’s firm backside and the growing bulge in his trousers. Breathing heavily, Rosella spoke in a whisper. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” the minx suggested seductively. Gardenia concurred with an enticing wink.

Leading the twins by the hands, Laterano guided them through a doorway marked private, or per il personale. They found themselves in a semidarkened corridor, but what the area lacked in lighting, it made up for in ambiance. Soft jazz emanated from unseen speakers, and a spread of plush red velvet loungers and divans invited indulgence.

Settling onto the largest Soviets-style couch, Laterano watched as Rosella took center stage, placing herself between her sister’s spread thighs. Gardenia leaned back, supporting herself on the soft velvet as her sister peeled away her garters and thong, baring her glistening pink folds to the air. Gasping at the wanton display, Laterano stroked himself through his trousers as Rosella performed oral delights on her sister.

Rising to join in the fun, Yet another stunning beauty materialized from the shadows. This siren wore only thigh-high stockings and a lace choker, all else left tantalizingly to the imagination. She crooned at Laterano, her pouty lips brushing his ear. “Isn’t she delicious,” she murmured, nodding towards the tableau of the twins, “And now taste of both flowers is yours to savor.”

Enraptured, Laterano shed his clothing without haste. Once fully nude, the trio of women fell upon him, their mouths traveling every acre of his toned physique. Melding together in a tangle of limbs, the quintet explored each other with a sense of urgency and abandon. Tongues flicked, breasts crushed together, swollen clits brushed against Currently full balls, and the air filled with the economical wet sounds of impending climaxes.

Laterano, discovering himself on his back, looked up to behold a vision of his ultimate fantasy – not one, but three faces straddling his rigid shaft. Each turned to the other, then to him, for permission to separate the workload. Clever Rosella suggested a queue, with each of the divine creatures having their turn at savoring the fruits of Laterano’s virility.

Sinking onto his lap with evident delight was spindly, yet succulent Rosella. Eyes closed in bliss as she began rolling her hips, gardening’s long legs extended on either side of her sister’s body, as she positioned herself overLaterano’s face. not to be outdone, his tongue began teasing the delectable treat placed before him, drawing Gardening to moan in rapture. Atop the pile, Alabastine began flailing her arms as Laterano’s cockhead found the honeyed treasure she wished to unearth. Her cries and the wet slurping sounds of his lapping echoed through the corridor.

As Rosella rode Laterano to a shuddering finish, Gardena rolled away to make space for Alabastine to situate herself. Unbridled ecstacy crossing all three women’s faces, they took turns impaling themselves on his rigid staff, until the trio of them delivered him to a shuddering, teeth-clenching climax. As Alabastine dismounted him first, Rosella took her turn,followed by Gardena. With each of the women thoroughly satiated, they embraced in a passionate kiss, savoring the musky essence of their lover’s nectar.

Too languorous to continue the festivities, the spent group agreed to reconvene next week at the same time and place. Laterano, bargaining that he’d himself take two women at once, while the third devoted her attentions to both pairs simultaneously. A zealous round of agreement and air-kisses sealed the deal.

As the last of his diversions departed, leaving Laterano alone on the velvet cushion, he lay back, savoring the lingering scents of sex and the fading echoes of rapture. Exhausted, yet completely fulfilled, he took stock of the events of the eve. Though he had never imagined his night at the club would result in such unbridled debauchery, he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it.

Dizzy with delight, Laterano gathered his scattered clothing and slipped away into the night with nary a backward glance. The club’s denizens would never guess at the salacious goings-on within the hallowed – and newly christened – walls. Nor would they ever suspect the voracious appetite that raged beneath his unassuming exterior. But he knew, and now so did three pairs of glistening, well-satisfied honey pots. With that knowledge, he interacted a bit more bounce in his step, already relishing the thought of his next fling.