My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Our Katy. Our sweet little cock-slut.

We moved her around to kneel on the couch on all fours. I maneuvered myself behind Katy, grabbing my dick firmly in one hand, and testing the wetness of her pussy with the other. She was soaking.

Trent lay under her on the couch, sucking her tits and rubbing her sweet clit. She moaned and whipped her head back and forth, brown curls flying all over the place. Sweat poured down her back.

“Mason! Trent! Nick!”

With her ass in the air and Trent sucking her tits, our Kitty-Kat was already swallowed in rapture and close to coming. Aw fuck yeah.

“Oh God!” she cried out. “Oh oh oh!”

“We have more for you, Kitty-Kat,” I growled. “Much more.”

“We're going to fuck you, baby,” Mason rasped. “Just like you asked for yesterday—and you're going to love it.”

And at that moment, I grabbed her thick hips and shoved my dick hard into her womanhood.

She shrieked from the pain but Mason's mouth captured the sound just as Trent pinched her clit. I held myself still, giving her a chance to stretch and adjust. But she wasn’t having it.

“Nick!” our sex goddess panted my name and twisted her hips, trying to take me deeper. “Oh! Oh oh oh!”

“Give it to her, Nick!” Mason growled. “Don’t make her wait.”

Her pussy clenched around my shaft, and since she begged so nice, what was the point of holding back? It was time to give the girl everything. Like a fucking machine, I pounded into that tight, sweet twat.

Once, twice, three times—and again and again and again.

Shit!

Already, my balls tingled on the verge of an explosion.

Kitty-Kat moaned, her body jerking back and forth on the seat with the hammering of my rod inside her. Trent sucked her titties ravenously, his cock hard and thick, a fuck pole waiting for its turn. Nick kissed her through the hard ram, soothing the sweet girl.

“Shhh,” he rumbled against her lips. “It gets better, we promise.”

And pussy was so tight and wet that it didn’t take me long. Another couple of thrusts into that wet pink slit and I lost it.

“Fuck!” I roared, shooting deep, load after load of cream blasting into her slick channel. “Take me, baby. All of it!”

“I’m coming,” she cried. “I’m come— oh!”

Our girl wailed long and loud, squeezing me tight with her pussy walls.

But instead of riding her orgasm, I pulled back, letting Trent get his turn. My dick dripped still, sperm pooling on the plane’s carpet.

But did we care? Naw, that’s why flying private is so nice.

Because my bud was on it next.

“Gimme that pussy, Katy baby,” Trent growled from beneath her.

Groaning, I grabbed those thick hips and positioned her leaking pussy over our front man’s meat. Oh yeah, my sperm was still rolling from her folds when Trent did his thing.

“Oh!”

Because the girl was amazing. Katy opened her pussy around him, swallowing all ten veiny inches, and then settled on top like a born jockey.

“Oh! Oh!” came those squeals.