In the well-furnished dim lit bedroom of a Manhattan penthouse, two women are making out. One of them is nude and stretched out on the king-size bed, with her fleshy thighs open and deep-set brown eyes closed. Her complexion is dusky. She is Namitha Kapoor, a South Indian hottie with a well-endowed figure. Her long black hair is in a mess about her beautiful round face.
Her partner is a passionate Floridian woman with a slim figure, smaller curves, and close-cropped hair. She is clad into a silk green bikini. Her name is Monica Hershel.
Namitha moans and squeezes her 36E tits as Monica glues her mouth to her pussy, eating it avidly. The Indian hottie arches her back in the bliss and her Floridian lover holds tight at the huge booty she loves to pat.
Right on time, a handsome African-American man with a strong build walks into the bedroom. He is rocking a Rick Owens two-tone leather jacket and sporting a Fade hairstyle. He is Maré, the King of New York! He is one of the most famous playboys in the city.
He stops in his tracks as he hears Namitha's cries, "Mmm ... right there ... yess ... right there ... aah ... yesss ... yes, yes, yes!"
Great! The room is full of sex already; Maré thinks and walks inside the bedroom. The sight of the two women having sex arouses him instantly.
He whistles and says, "Daddy's home! And what I see? My friend is eating the tastiest pussy in the world."
"Shut up and sit down," Monica says without looking at him.
Maré laughs, walks over to the bed, and sits down. He kicks off his Maison Martin Margiela sneakers to get more comfortable on the bed. Namitha's large boobs fascinate him. After kissing Namitha on lips, he fondles and kisses her tits. He definitely loves to enjoy the texture of her breasts.
"Now, the party begins!" Maré announces.
Namitha pulls Maré's pants down and performs fellatio on him as Monica pushes and splaying her legs. She can feel her knees touching with her own boobs. Instantly, something soft is probing into her asshole. Namitha can neither hiss nor strain her torso. Her stomach muscles contract for the pleasure as Monica goes on with rimming her.
"Mmm..." Namitha moans softly. All the while, Monica fingers her pussy and tickles the wet labia with a feathery touch, which turns gradually into shoves. "Oh, keep lapping my ass," Namitha sighs. "Don't stop!"
"Don't worry, my darling," Monica says. "I'm going to take special care of this ass!"
Maré watches as Monica sticks her tongue deep into Namitha's ass crack. The effect made her shriek and the satisfaction is so intense for the Indian hottie that she is gyrating her hips. With each swipe, Monica covers more of Namitha's crack. Then she slides her thumb into her asshole and resumes fucking her. Shortly afterward, the Indian nymph convulsed. Her girl-cum oozes out and is coating Monica's mouth. Maré groans at the same time and he releases load into Namitha's mouth.
"Damn," he says. "You definitely know how to suck a dick."
Namitha giggles, turns around to face Monica, and says, "That was incredible, love! I'd love to know what lies in store for us. Cause, I'll do anything you want me to."
"Let's have one hot threesome, baby!" Monica suggests.
Maré grabs Monica, kisses her, and says, "Yes, this is why we get along so well."
Maré and Monica gather around Namitha, who smiles and wraps her arms around their backs. She sighs as a couple of mouth clamp about her nipples. They are good, she thinks, closing her eyes and letting them lick her tits with passion.
"I love her breasts," says Maré.
"Yeah, me too," adds Monica.
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