Jack fucks Hannah and Desiree

The club door slammed open with such **** that it almost shattered. Screaming with pleasure and joy, Hannah flailed in a wild delirium. Jack carried her over his shoulder like a piece of prey, a piece of meat. Her bare assand gushing cunt had been visible to everyone on the dance floor, everyone could see between her legs as he grabbed her like the wanton cavewoman that she apparently was.

A godly fuck. That was what she needed. After that… her family…

"Fuck me, stud!" Desiree screamed under his arm. Her dress covered her overflowing cunt, even though her entire ass was dark and wet with her juices. Her tits had slipped out of her dress and dangled in the open air as the crazy girl desperately tried to get at his cock. "Let me suck it! Let me whoreship it! Please! God, please!"

Hannah almost didn't feel it when Jack threw her into a stall in the club's restroom. She landed hard on the floor, her knees on the white, clean tiles, her upper body on the toilet seat. The impact with the floor alone caused a gush of juice to pour between her labia and she almost came. Instinctively, she spread her legs while Jack squeezed himself into the stall with Desiree.

"Should tell Arson to make them bigger," he mused and shrugged with his godly handsome shoulders. "Meh. After her current task." He was so strong, so handsome, so powerful. He talked as if he had no worries at all, all the while Hannah feared her brain could meld.

And it did.

"Aaaaiiiiiiaaaaah..." The second his massive dick came into view, Hannah lost all sense of herself. She was horny. So horny, she didn't care if she was straight. She didn't care if she hated Desiree or if the cheating whore hated her. There was her dick. Her dick! She could touch it and...

"Out of my way, you friggin' lame bitch!" She could even understand it. Desiree's pure lust was reflected in her own insane shrieks, and Hannah would burn the world down just to hear her own scream smothered by this massive monster cock in her mouth. But now she had **** but to watch as cheating slut Desiree pressed her head hard against Jack's cock. Her throat widened and Hannah could see with her own eyes how the object of her desire stretched her rival's throat like a hydraulic piston. Loud gagging mingled with the sounds of the club as the green dress fell around Desiree's legs like a white flag of surrender.

"What are you waiting for?" Blinking, Hannah tore herself away from the sight and looked up at Jack. He stood effortlessly in the changing room, one of his huge hands controlling Desiree's hair, pumping her head up and down his massive shaft, the other imperiously reaching out to Hannah. "You're next."

"Yes... please... my god please..." Hannah was so horny, she tripped over her own feet and fell against her lover's massive body. The weight of his hand on her shoulder calmed her. The feeling of his fingers sliding under her dress and pushing aside the little black strapon her shoulder told her that she, too, was about to be fucked. "Fuck me."

"First, you need to suck," he demanded, and Hannah didn't know what to say. But then she understood. It wasn't Jack's fault. Jack guided her as she sank to her knees. Her family wouldn't understand what she was doing here. They didn't need to know. But they simply couldn't understand what lust did to a body and a mind, all-consuming and burning. Jack looked down at her benevolently, an almost gentle smile on his lips, while his sharp teeth brushed over his lips as Hannah moved next to Desiree's bobbing head. While the woman in the green dress gasped and choked wildly, spit drooling in long strands around her chin, little teasing slut, Hannah would be caring and supporting. A real woman for a real man.

Maybe, she thought as she held out her hands. If I do this right... Her fingers curled under Jack's impressive balls, hard and heavy. Does he see me as wife material? With that thought, Hannah extended her tongue and pushed her head past the slut's twitching body. I could live with him. Her tongue played around the skin of his balls, gliding gently and femininely over the soft surface. My family would surely be proud of me. Getting such a manly man. A godly man. Just for me! Her lips pursed, then she sucked his ball between her tender lips while her hand massaged the other. We could get married... and...

"Good girl," Jack said and began thrusting his hips into Desiree's skull.

Then, there was just pure lust.

Everything played out in hot, distorted scenes as Hannah's brain began to dissolve into a sea of ​​girlcum. Desiree slurped and sucked, screamed with pleasure around his cock, and came with a **** that almost made her faint. One or two thrusts into her expanding throat were enough to send her over the moon. Hannah stayed with her lover while Desiree collapsed, twitching, feeling only pride as she felt five powerful, greedy fingers close around her head like claws. Then she was pulled up. She felt her breasts flatten against the flimsy wall of the toilet stall. A rough foot spread her legs while a hand pressed her head sideways against the wall.

It was the best orgasm of her life. Hannah's entire mind seemed to dissolve the moment she felt a hard, long rod ramming into her tight cunt. It was like fire and ice at the same time, overwhelming the otherwise disciplined woman in just a few thrusts, making her a babbling mess of firlcum and sweat.

"Yes!" Her screams were louder than the music in the club. "Fuck yes! Fuck me, you fucking fucker! Fuck the shit out of me!" Another orgasm. She was on ****. It was heaven. Words she didn't even know she could know flowed from her lips with a gush of spit, and it was so good. "Ram me, you bastard! Dig me out! Make me your fucking cum towel! Let me flood this shit floor with my cum! Yes! God yes! Fuuuuuck!" She came again and again, listening to Desiree's slurping sounds behind her and Jack, not caring where she licked.

At one point, she was hanging with her back against the shaking door, her hands clinging to the frame, her bare ass in Jack's iron grip. Her legs spread wide, she squirted her cum against his gray suit, bathing Desiree beneath them with her juices while it was the blonde girl's turn to prepare Jack's balls for a glorious cumshot.

"You like that?" Hannah asked, her voice foreign to her. "Making my legs wobble with your trusts? Shaping my cunt to your dick? God fuck! Yes, you stud! Your cock feels so good! This is the best! Fucking shit, the best fuck of my life! Make me cum! Make me cum again, you god damn god of fucking!" Her legs wrapped around his perfect body, and she reached forward to kiss him. But Jack ignored her and pounded into her battered body until Hannah had only one wish: "More!"

"Fuck yeah, the best!" This time, it was Desiree, pressed against the toilet, Jack behind her, hammering her poor body to pieces. "The best fuck!"

"Better than your fiancé?" Jack asked, mock in his voice. Hannah leaned over her rival with her legs spread, her ass over Desiree's head, the juice from her cunt running down the other girl's head while Hannah licked her ass. The blonde slut didn't answer, but Hannah knew that no feeling she'd ever felt would compare to what she'd feel once Jack came.

The next thing she remembered was someone coming into the bathroom.

"No..." A giggling, feminine voice. "We shouldn't... I want to go back to mom and..."

"Yes, you slut." A rough, male voice. "You wanted it and I already payed her. Now forget your slut of a mom and get down on your knees and suck me off you whore." Then just giggles. The two newcomers didn't seem to mind Desiree's shrill screams and deep moans as Jack stretched her ass with his monster. Then the sounds of the newcomers mingled with those of Hannah, who greedily ran her tongue over Jack's body while he fucked Desiree hard.

"I'm about to cum," she heard and reacted instinctively. "You fucking whores make me cum." I'm not a... But she couldn't think about that as she fell to her knees in front of Jack. Only his godly coick mattered in her melting brain. Her butt pushed open the door to the cabin. Everyone could see her kneeling in front of the man who was fucking Desiree in her gaping asshole. Things were also getting heated in the cubicle next to them, and Hannah also heard several male voices behind her, observers of her whorish behavior.

"Cum in my ass!" Desiree screamed loudly. "Cum in my ass and paint me white! God please!"

"No!" Hannah squealed, panicking. "Cum on my face! Mark me! Please!"

"I'm better!" The green slut screamed.

"I'm better! I can live with you! I'm single! I can..." But Jack didn't listen to them. With a mighty roar... he came into Desiree's ass.

The booth lights began to flicker with his scream. Desiree screamed so loudly the glass could shatter. In the next booth, something hit the wall loudly and hard, and the horny laughter of men sounded behind Hannah, all mixed with the hypnotic roar of the music.

But Jack came. Into Desiree. And Hannah was devastated. The orgasms had made her addicted. The sex was just too good. Hannah wanted more, and Desiree, that fucking traitor whore bitch slut, had... she had...

“Come here slut,” Jack bellowed, and Hannah obeyed without thinking. “Suck it!” His hand on her head was like divine intervention, and she opened her eyes wide, just like her mouth, paniky that he might not let her clean his cock with her worthless mouth. His big, hard meat glistened with his dark cum, more engaging to her than her potential newborn baby could ever aspire to be. Hannah opened her mouth, stretching her tongue and tasted the divine nectar.

The best meal her loving mother had ever prepared tasted like shit compared to this godly black nectar from this meaty fuck pole, oozing out in thick globs even after coming deep into a girl's ass. Hannah came again, loud and wet, flooding the white tiles where Desiree had collapsed while her hands held those heavenly balls with her fingers.

“You too, you whore!” It was as if a ghostly hand swirled Desiree around, then Hannah opened her eyes, and soon the two women were lapping at the divine nectar together, faces getting smeared with godly love. “Lick with your sister slut,” he ordered, and everything he said sank into Hannah’s mind. She swallowed hard, several times, just to lick the remnants of his cum off his cock. Then he was clean, and both girls looked up at him with wide eyes, the tips of their tongues eagerly stroking their lips. Jack looked deep into Hannah's eyes. "You, slut. Get the rest."

And she didn't care if she was straight. She didn't care if she liked or hated Desiree. There was more cum, more divine secretion. She closed her eyes, placed her hands on Desiree's bare ass, and smiled. She saw nothing but Desiree's stretched ass, a gaping hole and thick, black cum oozing out of her.

The best sight of her life.

Her hands hold the ass to her face, her hose dug deep between her cheeks and her tongue circled around in the while, deep hole of her rival. It was the best. It was heaven.

I hope Arson's already finished with the changes, Jack thought as he watched the girls pounce on each other, moaning and willing with one's head between the others' ass cheeks. He was almost done here. Just a few more steps and the two young women from the pool would be perfect. He had patience. Time was the least of his problems on this island, something Arson and Crystal could resolve without much fuss.

"Stand up," he ordered, and the two women obeyed. Wide-eyed and numb with lust, they stood there, Desiree with her soaked dress wrapped around her bare feet, Hanah with her dress wrapped around her hips, her tits on display. Next to them, he heard the rhythmic pounding of two bodies slapping against each other in pleasure, and outside the cabin, three young men had gathered, staring lustfully at Hannah's naked, tight ass. None of the girls paid attention to their surroundings and were completely focused on him. They were almost perfect. "Kiss."

"What..." That woke Hannah. Then she smiled and approached him, but he had no desire to connect with this person. He knew what this club could do to his occupants and he didn't care what she wanted from him. He wanted something from her, just as he wanted something from Desiree, and he would get what he desired. "You two." He pushed the confused woman face-to-face. "Kiss each other."

"I..." Desiree blushed and seemed to remember something, now that her lust was consuming almost everything inside her. "My fiancé... he..."

"And I'm... not gay..." Hannah murmured, about to turn back to him. "I want cock!"

"Kiss," Jack said again, his voice patient. "And you will get what you desire most." And that was the truth. Hannah and Desiree looked at each other hesitantly. But Jack always got what he wanted on this island. For him, everything went the way he wanted it.

For Desiree and Hannah, everything changed when their lips tentatively touched.