Taking turns - part 2.

He fucks like it’s a full-time job. Morning, afternoon, late into the night. The minute Bibi Noel walks out the door he’s already reaching for his phone to call Aletta Ocean. Why waste time when you can spend it buried in the best bodies in town? The thought barely has time to form before the door opens again and Bibi stands there, taking in the scene—her man, another woman, both naked and already hard at it. She could slam the door and leave. Or she could drop her clothes where she stands and climb between them. Blonde hair falls across her shoulders as she weighs the choice, tits heavy, mouth parted. In the end she moves toward the bed, climbs over Aletta, and lets his hands guide her down onto Aletta’s waiting mouth while his cock finds her from behind. They trade her back and forth, each taking a turn—Aletta’s tongue lapping at her clit while he drives deep into Aletta’s ass, then Aletta on her back with Bibi straddling her face and him pounding into Bibi until she shakes. Sweat, spit, the wet sound of bodies meeting again and again. Blonde and brunette tangled, his thick cock switching from one dripping hole to the other until all three finish in a messy, shuddering pile.