Bi Pool Orgy

Draven Navarro loves to remind anyone who’ll listen that in his world, a swinging dick belongs in every willing mouth—male, female, anything in between. Rose Lynn keeps hoping he’ll keep that little rule to himself when they host the annual Fourth of July cookout. It takes one bad blow-job in front of the wrong crowd and the whole day turns awkward. Last time he zeroed in on her bestie Aften Opal’s date, Rose actually saw the poor guy texting for a ride home while Draven still had a dick in his mouth. Hatler Gurius and Aliya Brynn show up first, and right away Draven is pretending the grill wieners are just practice. Hatler’s thong barely hides the bulge he’s sporting, and within seconds he’s on his knees, swallowing Draven’s cock like it’s the main course. Draven unloads straight down Hatler’s throat, thick ropes of spunk, and Hatler takes every drop. The girls wander out. Aliya spots the tell-tale drip sliding from the corner of her boyfriend’s lips, smiles, spreads him open and starts tonguing his ass while he keeps bobbing on Draven’s dick. Rose, blissfully unaware, rubs lotion on her big, natural tits and lies back to catch some sun. Then Aften arrives with her new guy Joel and their openly pan friend Chad Rexx. The three of them freeze at the sight of two grown men feeding each other cock on the patio. Instead of running, everyone just laughs, grabs a beer, and the real party starts. Soon they’re naked in the pool. Rose has Hatler’s thick shaft halfway down her throat, stroking him slow, while Aliya pulls Chad into the same blow-job, two mouths working the same cock. In the jacuzzi Draven feeds his meat to Joel, who’s every bit as hungry as Chad. Aften just beams. Her new man likes to suck dick—score. Things get loud fast. Big tits bounce above the water, asses get spread and fingered, every guy takes a turn sucking and fucking. Eventually the group migrates inside—too many hard-ons for the neighbors to ignore. Bodies pile on the couch in every combination: brunette mouths stretched wide, cocks sliding between cheeks, every hole treated like communal property. By the time the sun sets, the gang has turned the holiday into their own private fireworks show, and everyone’s heading home sticky, sore, and very, very satisfied.