Tom's marathon of flesh continues...

Tom slumped naked back on the couch, his limbs slack and aching as the pink haired ‘Fantasy Dream Escort’ Aysha worked her warm lips down his sweaty chest, across his belly and into his aching straining cock. Her soft hands slipped under his throbbing balls and he gasped as she wrapped her warm lips around his hard straining cock with a happy slurping sound.

"Jeezus~ fuck! How are you so damn good at that?"

He sat there, his poor legs weak and trembling as her hot mouth began to move up and down the length of him, stroking him off with her pouty cherry lips, wet tongue and tight throat. She gave a satisfied groan as she sucked and licked at his engorged member, her shiny bubblegum hair falling down around her face like a drifting silken curtain.

Her head began bobbing slowly up and down and Tom started moving his tired hips in time without conscious thought. His rigid tumescence slid deep into the buttery soft warmth of her mouth and gulping throat effortlessly as the buxom escort wriggled her lush enticing body in joyful glee between his spread knees.

"Mmmhmmm~..."

Her full bulging melons swayed slowly back and forth beneath the soft tiger-print fabric of the low-cut jumpsuit and Tom stretched out a shaky hand to feel their immense softness resting heavily in his tired palm.

How long had he been fucking this incredible group of insatiable women? The recent past was a confused muddle of aching desire and mind-searing pleasure for Tom, all sense of time lost to him.

“Oh, holy shit…” He groaned, closing his tired eyes as her tongue licked and teased at the crown of his throbbing member.

“Oh no, not yet Lover.” Whispered a husky voice in his ear and Tom turned his pounding head to see the other escort, the gorgeous chocolate-haired Eva kneeling on the couch beside him, her slinky black micro-dress hitched up to the top of her perfect dusky thighs.

She leaned in, pressing her full wobbling breasts into Tom’s shoulder as she reached out a delicate hand to caress his slack face, turning it up to hers and pressing her soft rosebud lips against his in a passionate kiss.

From across the room Pamela Hope watched the two beautiful salacious pros working their lurid magic on her Tom, her big green eyes tearing up with the pain of her **** need for him.

Was this her reward for finally bringing him out of seclusion, to be this endless tortured by watching but never participating? Never feeling his cock fill her throbbing cunt or the ecstasy of feeling him blow his precious load into her willing waiting womb?

The unbearable ache in her womanhood was spreading throughout her entire voluptuous form and the growing bone-deep pain of it more than she could bear. He wasn’t going to last forever, she knew. No one knew that fact better than her. She, Pamela Hope, who had infected countless men in those early days of the XXX virus when stiff thirst-quenching cocks had been as readily available as tap-water.

Silent tears of pain and desire ran across her flawless cheeks as she watched the candy-haired tigress give one final slurp of Tom’s cock then climb up onto his lap, straddling his groin with smoothly spread muscular thighs.

Tom broke off the intense kiss with the stunning Eva as Aysha rubbed the young man’s pulsating tool against the impossible soft velvety material at the crotch of Aysha’s skimpy jumpsuit. She arched her spectacular body above him, the fingers of one small hand pulling the long zipper at the front of the provocative outfit down slowly, teasingly.

“Oooooh~,” she breathed as it slowly came open, revealing a long bare strip of smooth ivory skin “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“Fuck him sister.” Moaned Eva huskily “Fuck him good.”

Aysha ran her fingertips languorously across her chest, pulling the tiger print body-suit apart slowly and letting her perfectly round creamy tits fall free of it, the two gloriously huge orbs glistening with smeared milk from tight pink puckering nipples.

“Mmmmmmm~…” she moaned, rubbing her thinly clad mound up against the iron length of his twitching shaft, “How could I possibly resist doing anything else?”

With that Tom grabbed the small zipper in clumsy hands and impatiently yanked it down. It ran scandalously low, all the way down between her lush parted thighs, almost back around to the top of her perfect heart-stopping ass and he made sure it was open as far as it would go. With frantic movements Tom peeled the clothing off of as much as her magnificent body as he could from his prone position and she squealed in delight as he pulled her close with arms made strong with feverish desire.

“Enough playing!” He wheezed in a voice made hoarse with animal desperation.