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Sizzling Summer Spies: A Bikini Verification Video
In the sultry, sweltering heat of a Miami summer, three gorgeous, scantily clad women convened at the luxurious Beach Club. Their mission? To verify the erotic content of a tantalizing video. Let the games begin!
1. ### The Introduction
Zara, the gorgeous raven-haired beauty from Brazil, was the first to arrive. Her shimmering emerald bikini hugged her voluptuous curves like a second skin. She took a seat by the pool, crossing her long, silky legs and sipping an icy margarita, anticipation buzzing through her body.
Next to arrive was Lila, the fiery-haired Irish seductress. Her fiery curls tumbled over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Lila’s royal blue bikini top strained against her ample assets, drawing hungry glances from the men around the pool. She settled onto the lounge chair next to Zara, her creamy skin glistening in the tropical sun.
The third vixen, Sasha, waltzed in with an air of confident struttability. The Ukrainian beauty’s golden skin begged to be caressed. Her crimson bikini bottoms barely contained her perfect, round backside. She joined her co-conspirators, the three of them giggling with conspiratorial glee at their naughty mission.
2. ### The Seedy Video
Lila pulled out her tablet, the object of their desires. She loaded up the tantalizing video and pressed play. The delectable sights and sounds of Jimmy Fallon and The Roots jammed out to “Sexual Healing” by Marvin Gaye filled the screen. Jimmy’s smile was infectious, his moves natural and playful. The Roots were tight, the horns and keyboard so funky, while the stripping dancers moved with seductive grace, shaking their booties to Marvin’s smooth croon.
“Not bad,” Zara purred, “but let’s see if it can stand up to the Eiffel Tower stripper.”
As the camera panned to the girl stripping on the structural wonder itself, the women’s eyes grew wide. The buxom beauty expertly peeled away her lacy black negligee, revealing handful after handful of juicy breasts. She planted her palm on the metal, as if claiming it for her own as she slithered down. The live crowd went wild, whistling and cheering inappropriate encouragement.
“Oooh la la,” Sasha exclaimed seductively, crossing and uncrossing her mile-long legs, “This is getting hot!”
3. ### The Raunchy Analysis
“Alright ladies,” Zara said, running a manicured nail along her full bottom lip, “Let’s break this down. Next to the Eiffel Tower remaining erection…”
Lila interrupted with a throaty chuckle, “Must be a six-pointer there, eh girls?”
“…the excitement at Jimmy Fallon’s clip is an immediate get-it-up erection.”
“Three points.” Sasha agreed, her nimble fingers peeling the lime from her tray while Lila took notes.
“Arousal-induced carving of the date is a non-ejaculatory but quality release. So that gets us… what, two points?”
Sasha leaned forward with a mischievous grin, her crimson bikini bottoms riding up, revealing a tiny patch of trimmed golden fleece.
“If that’s an occupying erection, us girls are ready to storm the beaches of France next,” Sasha quipped, making the other women burst into dirty laughter.
“Okay, so… six plus three plus two plus two,” Lila calculated seductively, trailing her fingers along her collarbone, “gives us an eleven!”
“Hear, hear!” Zara cheered, holding up her margarita glass in a toast before taking a long, slow sip, thick ropes of perspiration sliding down her long neck.
“It’s official, ladies,” Sasha purred, tracing the salted rim of her cocktail glass with her tongue. “The sexy stripper shaking her thang on the Eiffel Tower is our winner. She gets our highest Eiffel Erection rating.”
4. ### The Climactic Ensuance
Unable to deny the lust for one moment longer, the three scantily clad women practically ripped the skimpy garments off each other’s seductive bods. Legs wrapped around necks and hips ground together passionately as they made out hungrily, hands fisting in hair, tearing flesh, kneading ample breasts mercilessly.
Emboldened by the erotic fervor, the surrounding pools and beach crowds erupted into a mass orgy, men and women frolicking and fucking with wanton abandon. Zara rode Lila’s face as Sasha licked her from head to toe, the Ukrainian goddess’ ivory skin a glistening canvas of lust and desire.
The salty ocean mist drifted by as Sasha slid beneath Zara, burying her face in supple, dripping folds. Zig-zag streaks of tan lines and tan lines danced on sweat-slicked skin as Lila gyrated her broad hips, making delicious hip-tracking contact with each woman’s core.
Cunt-juice, sweat, and margaritas sweetened their ever-intensifying vocalizations, shrieks of ecstasy echoing from the palm trees as the trio of tropical temptresses peddled
their pleasure with gleeful fervor.
As one, the three naughty spies climaxed explosively, their bodies shuddering against each other, voices crying out in the glorious throes of orgasm. A summer cumming in more ways than one! The Eiffel Tower stream bounced from side to side as the women collapsed against each other in a sweaty, gooey, come-soaked heap of jello…
…the End.|
