Tattoo Ladyboy „Besty“ and „Nong Mo“ double Anal fuck suck 69 „Magic Michel“ threesome

The sultry lights of Bangkok’sxfuck prohibited Colosseum sent shivers down Nong Mo’s spine as she strode into the seedy den of pleasure, her sky-high heels clicking rhythmically against the concrete floor. The Thai ladyboy scanned the room, her eyes lingering on the sweaty bodies writhing to a throbbing beat, the air thick with musk and desperation. A wicked grin spread across her full lips as she spotted her prey: Magic Michel, a hopelessly alcoholic expat slumped at the bar, his eyes glazed over and his wallet eagerly awaiting the opportunity to be relieved.

Mo sashayed over, her ample ass swaying hypnotically beneath a tiny miniskirt. She slid onto the bar stool next to Michel, crossing her long legs and leaning in close, her ample cleavage straining against the low-cut blouse. “Hey handsome,” she purred, her finger tracing abstract patterns on his forearm. “You look like you could use some company tonight.”

Michel’s eyes flicked up, a flicker of recognition glowing in their depths. “B-Besty…. right?” he slurred, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What a… what a nice surprise.”

Besty – or Betravee, as her mother had awkwardly written on her birth certificate, a legal anomaly that would haunt her well into adulthood – preened under the attention. “That’s right, baby,” she cooed, pressing her thigh against his. “I thought you could use some… personal training tonight.”

Michel’s eyes wandered, taking in Mo’s lush curves, her smoky eyeshadow, the glint of a silver cross dangling between her breasts. He nodded slowly. “You know it, darling. Lead the way.”

And lead the way Mo did, her hand wrapped firmly around Michel’s as she guided him to the back of the bar, where a booth awaited, curtained off for privacy. As they stepped inside, Michel began to unbuckle his belt, but Mo placed a staying hand on his chest. “Not so fast, lover boy,” she breathed, a wicked glint in her eye. “Take a seat and let me take care of everything.”

Michel settled back into the booth, his pulse quickening as Mo knelt before him, his cock already stiffening in his pants. She made quick work of his fly, freeing his manhood, and Michel groaned as she wrapped her lush lips around his shaft, sucking him with gusto. His hands reached down, tangling in the Thai ladyboy’s silky locks, encouraging her to take him deeper.

Minutes, or hours, passed – Michel lost all track of time as Mo worked his cock like the familiar pro she was. Just as he teetered on the brink of climax, she withdrew, leaving him aching for more. A wicked grin split her face as she reached into her purse, extracting a condom and a travel-sized bottle of Astroglide.

“Not so fast, big boy,” she chuckled, rolling the rubber over his throbbing hard-on. “We have all night to play.”

Michel watched in sauve anticipation as Mo shimmied out of her panties, revealing a round, feminine ass, her taint smooth and shaved and her cock already standing at attention, throbbing and ready. She turned her back to him, bending at the waist and bracing her hands against the sticky, worn pleather of the booth.

“What do you say, Magic Michel?” she purred, wiggling her hips invitingly. “Ready to put your money where my ass is?”

Michel growled low in his throat, seize her hips in his large hands, and plunged forward, spearing her waiting asshole with one smooth stroke. Mo cried out, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as she felt Michel’s thick cock fill her, stretching her tight hole.

As Michel fucked her from behind, Mo reached down, wrapping her fist around her own thick, throbbing dick, stroking it in time with Michel’s increasingly powerful thrusts. Michel’s grunts and moans filled the air, as did Mo’s high, breathy cries, the lewd sounds merging into a symphony of hedonistic pleasure.

“Mmm… you like that, baby?” Mo gasped, her strokes becoming tighter, more urgent, as she edged closer to climax. “You like fucking me hard?”

“Fuck… you bet I do,” Michel panted, his hips picking up speed, slamming into Mo’s ass with almost violent force. “God, I love your ass… so fucking tight… my balls are ready to explode, honey…”

“Then do it,” Mo urged, her voice tight with tension. “Lose it inside me, baby… give me your cum… fill my fucking ass…”

With a roar of pure ecstasy, Michel obliged, hips jerking erratically as he exploded into the condom buried deep in Mo’s asshole. The sensation triggered Mo’s own orgasm, her cock spurting pearly ropes of cum against the cheap tile.

As they collapsed against each other, panting and sweating, Michel couldn’t help but marvel at Mo’s skills. “Damn, baby,” he breathed. “You made my ass sing that song. You always know just how to… oh, fuckkk…”

Michel’s words cut off with a strangled cry as Mo, in one swift, well-practiced motion, pulled away from him – and shoved his softening cock back into her asshole, the worn condom still attached. “You thought we were done, baby?” she smirked. “Oh, no… the night is just getting started…”

This time, Michel let out a full-throated laugh, his hands grabbing Mo’s hips and yanking her back down on his cock. He knew he was in for a night he’d never, ever forget – and he couldn’t wait for the next round to begin.