The Dancing Bear Proves There is Sex within the VIP Room After All! (db9008)

The titular “Dancing Bear” is a brawny, bushy man with a plug up his butt and a purple throbbing cock. He prances across the membership flooring, having shed all semblance of propriety or disgrace as soon as the bottle of champagne from the VIP room was popped. A bevy of girls in skimpy bikinis dance round him, their our bodies glistening with sweat and highlighted by the pulsing discoball. The mysterious attract of the champagne room has compelled them to insurgent towards their inhibitions, the common tempo of well mannered dialog now changed by communal depravity.

There’s #male-stripper Alison, her toned muscle groups hardly hid beneath her “strippercat” pasties and G-string. She could not assist herself when bear’s cock sprung free – she wanted that fats dick in her mouth, penalties be damned. Beside her, ballsy bestie Jenna is subsequent, displaying off her pole-dancing abilities because the bear’s bushy physique turns into a surrogate stripper pole.

Milf Ashley, normally stuck-up and prim, is reworked by the hedonistic vibes. Bouncing on her knees, she underwater a hand into the bear’s pantyhose, drawing raucous cheers from her goading party-mates. “Bear took your panties!” cries-out Alison wolfishly, suspending Ashley’s soaked panties above her head triumphantly. The panties plummet into the seething mass of gyrating our bodies, claimed by some fortunate milf for her naughty enjoyable.

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Spurred on by the debauched spectacle, a gaggle of younger issues rush onto the dancefloor, greenhorns there to “celebrate” Jenna’s birthday. The bear spins into their midst, hoisting naiive little Trish onto his shoulders – her social gathering costume mountain climbing up, revealing white cotton panties, a gift for the reverent. The champagne-fueled social gathering Harmelen engraves her wow declaration on Trish’s thigh, because the others paw and fondle the tremulous virgin. Jenna, queen of the night time, brandishes her chief erection, waving it as she cheers for her “birthday gift”. Trish melts into the fray, spunk purring as they worship her nubile type.

The bear returns to middle stage, erect, his fur matted in virtually cowl champagne and different emissions. Ashley’s milf buddy grabs his cock, guiding it into her mouth. Another, entangled in a writhing pile of tits and ass, angles the bear’s cock in direction of her gap. “Bear, give it to me!” she gloats, as he slides deep inside, bucking, because the room pulses with cam. The girls chant, extra, extra, their palms assaulting the bear’s pumping endowment, guiding it from one glistening pussy to a different.

The massive cocked bear turns into the middle of a carnal maelstrom, a totem of the champagne-fueled revelry. His cock extends, permutations of itself within the revolving disco lights, erupting like a planet by way of the kaleidoscopic mass of writhing our bodies. He turns into half-mythical monster, half-guy, his cock an ejaculate rainbow arc rising from the undulating sea of euphoric girls. C dermal skips from one drenched pussy to a different, as the ladies chant his chorus – bear, bear, bear – in ever-advancing waves of rupture. Like an area deity, accorded obeisance from all who gaze upon his erection.

The bear ejaculates many times, a veritable cornucopia of cum. Young women anointed in his jism crowd round him, licking the surplus from his pulsing shaft, variety noticed beneath them within the video mess. The sweat-coated bear heaves, the unfastened skirt gathered round him like a celebration scarf. He bucks wildly, an summary sculpture pitch-fouled penis a dwelling monument to the shifting nature of enjoyment and want. A celebratory ejaculate like another, a tower of cream foam, a cascade of spunk that glistens towards a backdrop of writhing our bodies and disco ball.

And whereas that is all so splendidly distasteful, it begs the query – what occurs when the final champagne is poured? When the lights return to their regular hum? When the bear is now not of their midst? Will the women return to their former selves, the entire occasion now an ages in the past dream? Or will the reminiscence of that orgy, that unspeakable night, hang-out them all the time, regardless of how serene the day?