Bachelorette Party

It was a big, raucous shindig at a premium nightclub in South Beach. The champagne and shots and food were flowing. It was very LGBT themed, given that Bruna and Amanda were to be married, with lots of pink and purple flourishes all over the place.

Families didn't stay long, as intended. Karen lingered a little bit, staring at you uncomfortably, but finally heading off from the driving bass. And that left Bruna, Amanda, Karla, and you.

"Should she have really shown up?" you said, nodding over at Bruna, giggling.

"Sweetie, she is the guest of honor," Amanda responded, smiling coyly. Bruna approached you, with Karla. "I don't need to get fucked at my bachelorette party ... but I'm going to get a damn good show."

The two transsexuals pulled you into a backroom. Karla got behind you, tugging your skirt up and your panties down, palming your round Cuban ass.

"You're right, cousin ... she is hot to trot," Karla said, complimenting you. You felt her cock grow strong and hard against your ass. You shifted your thighs further apart, opening yourself for her as Bruna tugged out her thick Brazilian cock in front of you. You sucked it eagerly, wrapping your lips around it as Karla lubed and slid herself into your tight ass.

"Oh fuck," you squealed as Karla got deep inside you.

"That's good, Dani," Amanda complimented, and you peeked over to see her masturbating. You realized then it'd be an all night affair. The 'party' was an irrelevant prelude.