The shemale rises in the East

Joy and Michelle visited the camera men one by one. Joy’s sweet words sorely tempted the bois and oddly enough when the bois called the broadcasting room they were encouraged to take a break.

John didn’t question the break he’d been offered, why look a gift horse in the mouth? Besides Michelle and Joy had unbelievable bodies and something about the way Joy talked to him had him harder than No Nut November. The two sluts giggled and jiggled, turning around they held hands as their twin peaches swayed leading him back to a storage room. Something about the way they held hands and looked at each other made him certain that he was about to enter a three-way.

As soon as the door was closed behind them Michelle was on her knees sliding his dick out of his pants and into her mouth. Joy’s lips met his in a hungry kiss, her hot tongue slid into his mouth lapping against his in a way that chased conscious thoughts from his mind. He melted between the thirsty pairs of lips. His dick grew deliciously in Michelle’s mouth and the whore’s sucking grew harder with hopes his dick would respond in kind.

Joy’s lips pulled away from his, they curved into a promising smile and her lush lashes fluttered at him. “What a great a kisser! You deserve a big reward!” Her slender arms crossed over her torso, delicate fingers curled under the hem of her shirt and she proceeded to shimmy out of her shirt. Her bare breasts dropped from the tiny shirt with an enticing bounce.

The temptress grinned at the look of lust etched into the features of his face. Her soft hands took his guiding them to her titties and then farther up to her perked out nipples. She moaned with appreciation as he groped her. “John” she said “do you know what I want you to do?” Michelle bobbed noisily up and down his shaft as a cheeky hand fondled his balls. The boi shook his head dumbly. Joy’s breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned into him to plant another mind obliterating kiss. Her wet tongue spread her sweet saliva across his mouth liberally. When she broke the kiss he couldn’t help leaning forward for more of her nectar, but she pushed him back gently. Joy’s eyes met his “I want you to cum right down this pretty little whore’s throat.” John couldn’t resist Joy’s words, his balls clenched and his dick throbbed. His eyes closed and he breathed heavily as he pumped his cum down Michelle’s grasping throat.

Joy and Michelle watched as the boi’s shirt filled with a lovely pair of tits. Her face smoothed into lovely features as her hair grew down past her narrow waist to her thick hips. Michelle’s cock sucking lips wrapped around her sister’s growing member and was quickly rewarded with a huge load of corrupted cum. Joy lightly slapped Michelle and the harlot reluctantly pulled the dick out of her mouth “Come on we have other camerabois to take care of.” Joy turned to the camerawoman “And as for you Joan” she eyed the fresh slut and couldn’t help stealing another kiss before pushing her away “Go back to your post and be sure to film all the action.” Joy slipped her top on and lead Michelle from the room, the door swung shut behind them.