An Unwrapped Holiday Orgy Part 2

You haven’t even caught your breath and the next wave slams in like a party bus with no brakes. She slams down on him again, thighs smacking his hips, clit grinding so hard you can hear the wet slap. Her asshole twitches each time the guy behind her pistons into it, stretching the ring open and pulling back, shiny with lube and pre-cum. She bites her lip hard, eyes rolling, and whimpers that cute little sound that says she’s about to come but not allowed to yet. Across the room a blonde drops to her knees, tits swinging like pendulums, lips stretching around a cock already shining from someone else’s spit. She doesn’t tease. She swallows it straight to the balls, nose pressed to belly, tears leaking out the corners of her mascara-rimmed eyes. Gagging sounds echo, short and wet, punctuated by her own fingers jamming into her soaked pussy like she can’t wait her turn. Another girl spins to all fours, presents her dripping cunt to whoever wants it. Her face plants straight into another girl’s ass, tongue swirling messy circles over a wrinkled hole while fingers spread her cheeks wider. The lube runs in thick, sticky rivers down the backs of her thighs. Moans mix with laughter when a guy grabs her hips and drives straight in to the hilt, balls deep, forcing her face even harder against the waiting ass. Everywhere bodies tangle. Someone’s hand is slick, guiding a throbbing cock between two plush tits already coated in spit and pre-cum. They slap together, shiny and warm, the guy thrusting like he’s trying to fuck the air out of them. One of the girls in the middle finally starts to shake, back arching, yelling his name in a high-pitched chant until another dick silences her mouth again. Cum starts to drip—somebody just finished on a lower back—and it’s immediately fingered back inside like dessert nobody wants to waste. The whole thing smells like sweat, lube, and sex left out too long in the sun. It’s ridiculous. It’s filthy. It’s Christmas in a fuck factory.