Carla sipped her drink
and surveyed the situation. Katya was leaning back on the couch, moaning
and panting as Annabel’s tongue burrowed into her. Annabel, in turn,
was being licked from underneath by Monica. In this position Monica’s
fancy dress was all askew, revealing her thighs and occasionally
flashing her panties.
As Carla looked on —
cuddling up against Luisa, who looked on wide-eyed — Kim joined in. She
dropped to her knees, lifted the bottom of Monica’s dress, and pulled
her panties off. Eager as a kid in a candy store, Kim spread Monica’s
legs and leaned down to feast on the dark-skinned girl’s pussy.
After watching for a few
minutes, Carla took Luisa by the hand and led her upstairs to the
bedroom. There the two of them made out and groped each other for awhile
— getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies — before equipping
themselves with strap-ons and returning downstairs.
When they walked back
into the living room, things had been reconfigured; Annabel and Katya
were 69ing on one couch, Monica and Kim on the other. It was such a
beautiful sight, Carla was hesitant to disturb it. But just then Annabel
looked over at her and momentarily turned her attention from Katya’s
pussy. Seeing the long, thick dildo dangling from Carla’s crotch,
Annabel’s mouth fell open; moments later it was completely full as Carla
drove the shaft of the strap-on into her throat.
Luisa, meanwhile, went
over to the other couch and started fucking any hole she could find,
starting with Kim’s pussy. When Kim started making her characteristic
squeaking noise, Luisa moved to silence her by shoving the dildo into
her mouth. After a minute Luisa pulled out and plunged into Monica’s
cunt, leaning over and contorting herself to get her head between Kim’s
legs and take a taste.
Carla now angled herself
so she could penetrate Katya from behind. Katya looked back over her
shoulder and muttered something in Russian that translated roughly as “Fuck me hard, you bitch.” Carla grinned and complied, wrapping one arm
around Katya’s thigh and pushing in deeper.
Just then the doorbell
rang. This caused Carla to panic for a second, thinking that maybe her
father had unexpectedly returned home. Then she realized that of course
he wouldn’t ring the doorbell, that it had to be Courtney, who had said
that she had other plans but indicated that she might turn up at some
point during the evening.
She used her leverage to
turn Katya to one side, allowing Annabel to escape from underneath.
Annabel unclipped the leash and took a few seconds to straighten her
dress before going to answer the door. It was indeed Courtney, who had
been out to dinner with her parents. She cocked her head, taking in
Annabel’s smeared lipstick and JBF hair, and wondering what might be
going on inside.
Annabel smiled
sheepishly as she invited Courtney in. When they got to the living room,
Carla was now sitting on the couch with Katya bouncing up and down on
her cock. Lucia was giving it from behind to Monica, who had her face
buried in Kim’s crotch. Annabel went to fetch a glass of wine for
Courtney, who stood there trying to figure out where she fit in.
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