Hazel watched the display and rubbed her swollen clit in circles. Waves of pleasure radiated through her soft pussy as she took in the view of Maybell aggressively taking Alexander from behind, feeding his butt the dildo with power and purpose. All inhibitions had fallen away, overwhelming pleasure writ on all three faces. Maybell panted as she fucked him mercilessly, the moans and slaps of flesh creating a symphony of sex.. He could finally muster no words and was surrounded by theirs.
“That’s right, little bitch. Take that dick.”
“Fuck his tight ass real good!”
“You love it, don’t you? Fucking slut!”
More moans and whimpers and smack, smack, smack.
Maybell pressed it in as deeply as possible and humped the base of the strapon buried in his ass. He winced.
“Your ass is going to make my pussy cum.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
Hazel was soon clenching and shaking and moaning like mad, writhing on the couch in pleasure with her shapely legs still sprawled out. Maybell followed, grinding her cunt against him so strongly that she toppled him into Hazel’s lap, where he found himself pressed up directly against Hazel’s cunt at last. He tasted her as she came loudly, his tongue lapping up the nectar off her lips as she squeezed his head with her thighs and humped his face. Maybell humped him into her own orgasm as well, both women exploding in mutual rapture on either end of Alexander.
As their cries of joy and ecstatic spasms died down, Maybell withdrew herself, leaving his hole a gaped, wet mess, and Hazel released his head from between her thighs. He slumped to the floor, tired and well-used, with a weak smile on his face.
Just another cool spring morning at the Dickinson Estate.