Natalia Starr And Penelope Kay Are Ready For Round 2

Natalia and Penelope kicked off their girls' night with big plans, but damn, things took a wild turn. Halfway through, the heat hit 'em hard—they got horny as hell and dialed up this stud Ezekiel to come pound them senseless. Cut to the next morning: the girls are still rocking their skimpy nighties, sprawled on the couch like satisfied sirens. Penelope's on the phone with her boyfriend Peter, chatting casual, telling him they had a blast last night. He catches their laughter bubbling up, giggles turning naughty as they swap stories about getting fucked good and deep. Peter, being the perv he is, blurts out without thinking, 'How was the girl-on-girl action last night, babe?' Penelope cracks up, and right then, Ezekiel drops onto the couch beside them, yawning big and grinning. 'You ladies ready for round two yet?' he asks, voice all gravelly confidence. Peter's ears perk up on the other end—who the hell is that? Penelope smirks into the phone. 'Babe, I finally made your dirty little secret fantasy real.' Peter's pacing now, heart pounding, half-terrified of what's coming next. He squeaks out, 'That was private, I told you in confidence!'—hissing like a cornered snake. Penelope just laughs, low and teasing. 'Well, this big stud's hard and ready again.' You hear the smack of her lips wrapping around his thick cock, slurping loud on purpose. 'Come on over to Natalia's—we've got some fresh creampie waiting for you.' Click. She hangs up, and all three erupt in laughter, tumbling into a hot makeout mess, both girls diving in to suck Ezekiel's cock together, tongues tangling over every inch. Meanwhile, Peter's hauling ass in his car, freaking the fuck out, white-knuckling the wheel. Back at the house, Ezekiel's balls-deep in Natalia, railing her hard while making out with Penelope, their moans filling the room. Peter bursts in, shocked stupid, near panic, lunging for Penelope. 'What the hell happened?' he begs, grabbing at her. She takes his face in her hands, firm but playful, and points him right at the action—Ezekiel slamming into Natalia like a machine. 'Shh, baby. Just watch how a real man fucks,' she whispers, voice dripping sin. Peter's mesmerized, eyes glued to Natalia getting wrecked so good, knowing deep down he's not worthy—just a lowly cuck in the shadows. Penelope leans in close, breath hot on his ear, teasing every filthy detail: how Ezekiel stretches her wide, hits spots Peter never could, owns the room with every thrust. Then she drops the bomb—confessing how he fucked her just as raw and relentless last night. Peter's face twists from shock to straight-up lust, cock twitching in his pants. Penelope guides him down, pushing his head between her thighs. 'Lick my used pussy clean, from last night,' she commands, grinding against his tongue. 'I'll freshen up with more cock in a minute—Ezekiel's turn next.' She locks eyes with him. 'From now on, you only taste used pussy, you dirty little boy.' Grinning wicked, she shoves her foot in his mouth for him to worship, toes curling as he sucks, then kicks him back lightly to make room. She takes over on Ezekiel's cock, deepthroating like a pro. Ezekiel doesn't hold back—plows both ladies raw, switching holes with cocky ease, building to a thunderous finish. He pulls out and douses Penelope's tits and face with hot cum, ropes landing thick. Peter crawls forward dutifully, lapping it all up, savoring every drop like the eager cuck he's become.