Bachelorette Stripper Switcheroo

Liv's bachelorette party was going perfectly until her two bridesmaids, Zariah and Gray, blindfolded her for the surprise stripper. They answered the door, took one look at the professional, shrugged, and waved her off. Why pay when they could handle this themselves? The second the door shut, they started snickering. They stripped down and began giving Liv the lapdance she thought was coming from the hired help. Liv moaned softly, feeling hands and breath all over her body. She couldn't see a thing, but the pressure against her lap told her this dancer knew exactly what she was doing. Then tongues joined in, wet and deliberate, tracing her thighs and circling her nipples until she squirmed. Both women peeled their clothes off, too. One pressed her mouth to Liv's pussy while the other pushed slick fingers between Liv's lips. They took turns tasting her, fucking her with their tongues, grinding against her thighs until the whole room smelled like sex. The blindfold stayed on. Liv was panting, legs spread wide on the couch, when one of them slid a strap-on between her folds and pushed in slow. Someone else climbed onto the arm of the couch and fed her cock into her mouth. They spitroasted her like that, blind and buzzing, one pushing deep while the other fucked her throat. Liv's moans got louder around the shaft in her mouth. Then she noticed it—the smell of familiar perfume, the weight of Gray's thigh against her cheek, the exact pitch of Zariah's filthy little laughs. "Wait," she gasped, trying to pull back, but Gray only smiled and thrust deeper. Zariah didn't even pause, just kept fucking her from behind like she owned the place. Liv stayed furious for about three seconds. Then her hips started rocking back to meet every stroke and her tongue got busy again. The blindfold came off and she grinned around Gray's cock. Best. Bachelorette. Party. Ever.