Andrea the gym bunny

Gently but firmly, Ian used both his hands to cradle the back of Jody and Lexxxi’s heads and brought them into line, facing each other across the head of his cock.

At this encouragement, both girls leaned close, each of them instinctively using one hand to drape their luxurious manes of hair out of the way down their right shoulder as their twin pairs of plump pouty, dick-sucking lips planted themselves flush against either side of the smooth, hard cockhead. After this their firm lips parted and each girl kissed their way down the huge cum-tube, placing exaggerated kisses on his shaft, moaning at the taste.

If not for the fact that Ian’s massive manhood was planted between them, Lexxxi and Jody would have been kissing each other’s pouting lips. As it was, not even the girls’ noses stood a chance of brushing together. Ian’s shaft was so wide that as each boobed slut French kissed the pillar of meat, they actually felt it spread their lips apart as it grew further, convulsing and beginning to buck, which meant Ian had to hold their heads together more firmly to keep the spasming shaft pinned between their two pairs of lips and licking tongues. As they licked and sucked almost as if they were trying to reach each other through his flesh mast, Ian noted that Jody was still wearing her pair of cumsplattered sunglasses and Lexxxi was still sporting the leopard-print hood with the little pair of cat ears on top.

Now both girls continued their synchronised movements, each reaching out a hand all the way towards Ian’s balls, massaging then with slow manipulation of their fingers as they cradled the testes in the leathery pouch of flesh.

Precum was now beginning to spurt from Ian’s dick with regularity at all the attention he was getting, and his massive cock resembled a garden hose that was set to intermittent bursts. Since the threesome happened ot be positioned at the bottom of the catwalk, jets of the stuff were now dousing the runway and coating it with a slick sheen.

The curtains at this point opened at the bottom of the catwalk, swishing aside, and another eager young slut took her cue to enter. This one was evidently something of a fitness enthusiast. The obligatory pair of platform stripper heels were on her feet but these were augmented with a pair of legwarmers that went over most of her feet , ankles and nearly up to her knees. They were a nice touch. The girls thighs were muscular and gleaming, leading up to what looked to Ian like a pair of skintight exercise shorts but which had been minimized so it looked like a tiny pair of panties. Her whole midriff, from just above her pubic mound all the way up to the undersides of her boobs was exposed, and this was a gorgeous expanse of tight, muscular, trim flesh with visible abs and a minuscule bellybutton. A white elasticated vest had been improvised on the girl’s torso, the top having been ripped rather raggedly along the bottom hem so that the bottom half of both her gleaming tits was clearly visible protruding from underneath the garment, the rest of the vest top doing its best not to explode from the pressure of keeping the top halves of her boobs from snapping the elastic that went over her shoulders. The girl was a brunette, and to complete the look she had on a pair of boxing gloves, with her right arm sporting a studded leather strap across the bicep.

The girl sashayed down the catwalk and stopped at the bottom of it, standing about eight feet from Ian, Jody and Lexxxi.

‘Hello-‘ said Ian. As he did so, a squirt of precum shot from his cockend and splattered the girl on her muscular belly, ‘your name is…?’

‘Andrea,’ said the girl so huskily it was like honey sliding over gravel. Another spurt of precum accompanied her statement and caught her on the right leg.

‘Andrea,’ said Ian, ‘sorry to have kept you waiting behind the curtain for so long, things have been rather busy here.’

Ian gulped, as Andrea placed the boxing gloves on her hips. Another splash of precum splattered into the brunette and this time plastered against her tits, pasting the vest top against the swell of her huge knockers.

‘I’m…’ said Ian, ‘going…’ another squirt of precum escaped and splashed against her torso, ‘to give you…’ another splash caught Andrea in the face this time, the brunette hardly reacting and certainly not flinching, ‘an…’ another squirt…

‘A+!!!!’ roared Ian, as he finally came.