Fucking With Rebecca Vanguard And Claudio Bergamin

Rebecca and me? We wear this German guy Claudio out like he's on some endurance diet. He waves his sorry white flag and we just laugh, strip him bare all over again. Every ten seconds our mouths hunt the next hard inch of him, hands grabbing, lips sliding wet. His cock twitches, slick with spit, veins popping while we trade it back and forth like candy. We spit on the head, drag our tongues along the shaft, lick his balls until they're shiny. Then Rebecca climbs aboard, settles that tight pussy down, grinding until her ass cheeks spread wide and the whole thing disappears inside her. I get the itch too, edge in behind, press my clit against his shaft while it fills her, rub us both raw. She clenches, rides higher, falls back so I can lick the cream straight off him and swap the taste with her tongue. Legs up, ass out, hips snapping, one or the other always moaning. Sometimes he tries to catch a breath between us; we barely let him. Sweat, cum, giggles, three bodies twisting, every slap of skin louder than the last. We never let the poor bastard forget who’s in charge, even when he groans like he’s dying happy.