Iris Licht - Video Vixens

"You're making me cum, too!" she squealed. His slurping vibrations robbed her of breath. "Uhhhhh!" She jerked her hips over his face, grazing his tongue with her clit. Consumed with fever, she rocked herself into a stupor. "It's so fucking good! Ohhhh!"

Pete made short work of her pleasure, delivering the last tasteful smacks to her clit. Her hips jerked stormily, her tits flailing as the crippling seizure took purchase of her nervous system. She slumped to his mouth, drenching wet. She wiped the sweat from her face, then collapsed.

"Oh, God… ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pete might have popped, but he wasn't nearly through with the two of them. He intended to unleash his full sexual power and give them an accurate sample.

Just as Amber collapsed from her mount, Pete was dragging Crystal's shivering pussy to his still hard cock. He concentrated on pleasuring her with his mouth, his hands. His kisses were passionate, overwhelming. She tasted his saliva and panted.

"Oh, Pete," she sighed, nearly worn from that depleting orgasm.

"Shhhhhhh." His lips suppressed her comments, then invoked her hunger. He was glad that, at length, her tongue met his and reciprocated with desire. Pete's dick throbbed, yearning to be embedded in Crystal's eager cunt. He wanted to penetrate her, even though she might not be ready to receive his stiff cock. Her legs were beginning to wrap around him, her pussy rubbing against his body.

"This is gonna feel so good, baby," Pete promised in a husky tone. "So good."

Crystal cupped her tits. The nipples were pointed, dark. "Put it in here," she whispered, indicating her cleavage. Her flesh was moist from exuding perspiration.

"No," he muttered, attempting to pry her apart. Pete wanted the same from her that he got from Amber. "I want to fuck. Come on, come on-"

Crystal whimpered. "Try this first."

Pete hesitated, then reluctantly shifted his groin over her boobs. His excited shaft got so hard he had to hold it down with his thumb until his knuckle turned white. Once nestled in her cleavage, Crystal wrapped her tits around his cock. It felt warm, solid in her soft tent.

"Move!" she demanded of him. "Move your dick for me!"

He needed not a second invitation. Pete ground himself into her billowy clutch, grunting his approval after it caught the silken skin of his meat. He buried himself in her damp little pillow, her mammaries soaked with sweat. From the direction of his vacant stare, Crystal saw he was concentrating on her swollen nipples as he rubbed himself. He probably attributed their hardened condition to the friction of his huge thing.

"Yes!" she cried, stimulated by his lusty reaction. She squeezed her knees together, fantasizing that her pussy was receiving the thick shaft exclusive to her tits. "Fuck me there! Oh, God, I want to feel you shoot on my nipples! Please, baby, cum on my tits! You can do it. I want you to do it. You're so big, I can hardly cover you with my tits. Oh, yes, keep going, I want you to jizz my nipples. Ohhhhhhhh!"

Pete humped her tits even harder, straining himself in her cushiony embrace. The bristly hairs on his thighs irritated her skin, but Crystal weathered the discomfiture. She studied his intense expression and he sent the length of his cock between her tits. She was glad he was receiving maximum pleasure.

Pete hammered his dick within Crystal's boobular groove, accelerating his hips. Covering her hands with his, he brought her tits to an even tighter crush. Through his frantic passage, she felt the heavy pulsations of his meat.

"Ohhhhhh, baby," Pete groaned. His eyes were shut, his lips thinned, his cheeks shaking. The manner he thrust into her tit tent signified he was at the summit of pleasure.

"Oh, God!" Crystal wailed, exposed to his climbing temperature. Wetness dripped from her pussy. She was excited by the fact she was making him cum. "Cum, baby, cum. I want you to cum so much. Shoot it all over me! Yes! All over me!"

"Arrrgghhhhh!" Pete growled through clenched teeth. He couldn't believe he was already there again. "Ughhhhhhhhhh! Ughh! Ughhhhhhhhhhh! Ughhhhhhh!"

Crystal felt the hot collection of fluid spew on her neck, chin and cheeks. She watched it eject from Pete's angry red shaft smothered in her tits. He squirted on her aroused, moist flesh. She squirmed, receiving his thick quantity in a dense splash.

She peered up at him. The blood had drained from his face as he emptied himself on her. The lines of tension melded into a reflection of peace. Taking his cock in his fist, he massaged it until the last drops of cum splattered her tits.

Amber, revived, lowered her mouth to Crystal's tits and began licking Pete's spent cum. The more she lapped, the stronger her taste for him grew. She alternated between slurping Crystal, then giving Pete a dose of her hot drool. His cock refused to get soft. He thrived beneath her cleansing tip.

Pete grinned. Yes, everything was going according to his plan. All he needed was a few more hours with Amber and he'd change her mind. She would start seeing things his way.

Montana couldn't begin to understand the turmoil her studio was going through. She had just finished listening to Stan York's tirade about being suddenly dumped as Amber Lake's agent. Pete, Crystal's boyfriend, was named his successor. Stan practically involved Montana in that insane decision process. No amount of soothing could counter his angry attack. He was convinced the entire incident had been precipitated by Montana to assist Pete and bring consolidation to the industry.

"What's wrong?" Rusty asked, noting Montana's puzzled expression.

"I wish I knew."

Montana didn't want trouble. She supposed she didn't mind Pete's usurping Stan's authority and stealing his client, but intensely disliked the antagonism it created. Montana preferred harmony in a highly charged atmosphere. She resolved to have a talk with Amber and learn the basis for her change in representation.

"Want a back rub?" he offered.

Montana smiled. "Please."

She settled onto the bed, letting Rusty's expert fingers rid the day's frustrations from her body. She was surprised by the quality of the massage. Few men truly understood the art and gave it a halfhearted effort, figuring a few minutes was sufficient foreplay. Rusty argued that theory. He seemed committed to forwarding her pleasure, not gearing it toward his.

"Oh, yes," Montana sighed, loving every second his fingers delved into her weary flesh. "More."

She wiggled her ass as he plied his magic. He was destined to please her. Rusty never veered from that objective. His enjoyment stemmed from hers. Even when he carried out his passion before the camera, he seemed to have her on his mind. Rusty did well on video. He would enjoy success beyond his wildest dreams. His lusty reactions were accurately transferred to tape. She anticipated the numbers her accountant would furnish after the video was released. Even a simpleton could perform the math. Rusty would make her a fortune.

Prior to Stan's inflammatory call, Montana had entertained the thought of fooling around with Rusty. They had just returned from a long day at the studio. Montana's stress was blinding. Running an operation like Wildwood thoroughly depleted her. At some point soon, she would have to consider a vacation-perhaps an extended tour of Europe, just to let her brain mend. There were far too many conflicts to handle on a daily basis.

"Do you like that?" he asked, streaming up and down her bare back.

"Very much." She had already removed her clothes. With the exception of her panties, she was naked. Rusty, also, had stripped down to his briefs. He would have been out of them if he hadn't listened to her startled half of that phone conversation. "You know just where to go."