Threesome on the yacht

Greg and Colette lounged on the deck of their yacht, the sun warming their skin. Then Colette spotted him—a man struggling in the water beside a shattered hull. They hauled him aboard, stripped him, and checked for injuries. His cock was already hard. She went straight to work. On her knees between the two men, she took Greg first, sliding him over her tongue, then turned to the stranger and gave him the same wet, hungry attention. Saliva shone on both shafts. When Greg lay back on the sunbed, Colette climbed over him, guiding the newcomer behind her. He pressed the head of his cock to her tight ring and pushed. She breathed through it, body yielding, until he was buried deep in her ass. Greg stayed still beneath her, letting her set the pace as she rocked between them, stretched and filled. She came with a low, broken sound. Moments later the stranger pulled free and painted her lips and cheeks with thick ropes of cum while Greg held her steady.