Fuck fiesta - part I.

Mercedes and Lara are restless, the kind of restless that only ends when someone’s naked. Zenza walks in with exactly what they crave: a thick cock already straining his jeans. The blonde and the brunette trade a look, then move in like they’ve done it before. Hands unbuckle, lips meet skin, and Zenza’s breath hitches as two pairs of eager tits press against him. Blonde hair spills over his thigh while the brunette wraps her mouth around his cock, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. Mercedes strokes the base, feeding him deeper, and soon the room is thick with the wet sounds of sucking and the soft slap of skin. They trade turns, spit glistening on his shaft, tits swaying every time one of them pulls off to catch air. Zenza grips Lara’s hips, guiding her onto the couch. She spreads, and he sinks into her heat in one smooth thrust. Mercedes watches, fingers between her own thighs, until she can’t wait anymore. She climbs over Lara’s face, grinding on that eager tongue while Zenza keeps driving deep. The three bodies shift, rearrange, lock together—blonde riding, brunette licking, cock pumping—until moans turn sharp and everyone’s coming hard.