Tri-st update

While Felicia and Karen fuck themselves into oblivion, you push Betsy aside to get a closer look. Your cock is clean and hard and ready and you’ve already had her anyway. You lower your head to inches away from the joined, undulating flesh, your stubble brushing against their toned thighs as they rut against each other. You can see their pussy lips caressing each other.

You lie down next to Karen and pat Felicia on the ass. She’s on top, after all. You want to see if she can do the same with you. “All aboard,” you tell her, and with one little roll she’s straddling you instead of Karen. You laugh and grab hold of her dangling hair to pull her down so you’re belly to belly, your cock pressed down against your belly with her hot little pussy against it. She feels good, breasts heaving into your chest, her skin and yours in passionate discourse. You run your tongue over her cheek all the way to the shell of her ear, picking up some of the free-floating dew that’s both her sweat and Karen’s.

Felicia rubs her full, voluptuous body all over yours, moving forward to rake her wet sex along the length of your manhood, then moving back to get that friction again, until the heat of her pussy is pressed against your throbbing balls. Your arms go around her back, holding her as she writhes against you harder and harder, until you need her as much as she needs cock. Hands on her ample hips, you lift her up and your freed prick springs erect. 

You could bury yourself in her personally, but Betsy and Karen aren’t willing to risk the slightest accident, especially Karen, who hasn’t had a turn yet. Betsy holds your member straight and true and Karen adds her hands to Felicia’s waist, helping bring her down on your cockhead, a sheath of warm, pillowy flesh going down down down on your manhood. Betsy waits until the last moment to snatch her hand back from you hilting yourself inside Felicia, and all the while the cat burglar is coming undone, an endless cycle of sighs, groans, and convulsions. 

But most of all, her eyes. Her eyes go wild while you impale yourself inside her. As sultry a seductress as she is when she’s empty, she’s pure animal with you inside her, a born whore, all her flirting and teasing just a cover for how much she unabashedly enjoys being fucked.

In fact, she enjoys it a little too much, because all she’s doing is hunching there, all of you sheathed inside her while she throbs and pulses around her own impalement. It’s nice, but a bit of a comedown after what you did with Betsy.

“It’s so big,” she’s moaning, “so big… so deep inside me… and so hard…”

So you roll her over, mounting her. She’s not so far gone that she isn’t eager to please, opening her thick thighs right up for you to saddle. She whinges as you pull out of her, lip wobbling as she worries you’re leaving her, but then you drive yourself in to the hilt. And when you’re all the way in and she’s fully stretched around you, you grind your crotch into hers, your pelvis raking against her swollen clit. She loves it. Her eyes roll back in her head and she croons like a wounded animal. Then you pull back and pump her again, your erection hard as cement, driving into her with brutal force. She lets out a hoarse groan and you grunt yourself—her cunt is palpitating all around you, milking your cock like it was made you. You piston into her again, she cries out again, her pussy redoubles its sucking efforts. You love seeing her beautiful face ecstatic, yet contorted into the agony of wanting even more. The only thing that can pull your eye away from that gathering cock-drunk look is looking at Betsy and Karen.

Either Karen picked up a thing for women, making out with Felicia, or Betsy is a bigger slut than Felicia is, or maybe everything is sexier and crazier than before. But you give an even dozen strokes into Felicia while watching Betsy and Karen’s asses bob in front of you, their pussies stretch and contract, their pink folds gleam and fold. Wet fingers are stirring up tender womanhoods and you can almost feel it, the sight is so vivid. 

All of your senses are in tune with the sensations they’re feeling—you know what Betsy must feel like to Karen’s fingers, that hot passage wet with nectar, pulsing with desire, the yielding little contours sucking you in. Together, they fall back on the ground, helping each other get off, crying out and you feel a sense of competition, so you fuck Felicia harder, making her cry out louder, awakening the lust inside her from the sated sleep it’s been in.

Felicia’s hands slap down on your ass and she presses down, adding her strength to every thrust you give her. You have to struggle against her to get out and thrust into her again. And her cunt is wet and wide now, sucking and slurping in spastic gulps as you pump into it. Her long legs wrap around your waist for more. 

She’s as stretched and open as she can get, her silken pussy accepting your pummeling cock entirely, seducing you into forgetting yourself, forgetting everything but her. The moans and sighs of the other two beauties are mere background noise as you focus exclusively on Felicia’s heated breathing, her mewling whispers, her song of need. 

You’re absorbed in fucking her, obsessed with it. Nothing could ever be more important than the heaving of her massive breasts as you plough into her, driven by both your needs and hers. She kisses you with a desperate need to share how happy she is to be wrapped around you in this moment, her tongue searching your mouth for more of you while her nails dig into your clenched ass, determined to keep what she already has.