My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Oh fuck oh fuck.

She was beautiful.

Because Joanie had on red lace lingerie, but those tiny scraps of lace couldn’t restrain her assets. The big boobies swung and bobbled as she moved, almost popping out they were so huge. And we could see that her panties were already wet, the crotch a deep maroon color, soaked through with desire.

Andrew and I shared a look. Fuck, this was gonna be amazing.

“Keep going,” my brother growled, unzipping to release his dong. “Keep going sweetheart.”

And I nodded, pulling down my zip as well. Because shit, I’ve never been this hard before, ready to release from just the sight of tits and ass. But these weren’t your average tits and ass. This was grade A female, the best of the best.

But what we hadn’t counted on was Joanie. Because the moment she caught sight of our dicks, all movement stopped.

“What?” was that breathless gasp. “Oh god!”

And I don’t blame her. Our cocks are enormous, ten inches long and wide around as her wrist. They stood proudly, pointing stiffly straight towards her, tips dripping with lust.

“These scare you?” I rasped. “This too much, sweet girl?”

The girl couldn’t answer, eyes flying between the two fuckshafts, mouth opening and closing silently.

But Andrew is a man of action.

“Keep dancing,” he grunted, blue eyes fixed to that curvy body. “Let us see it. Don’t stop.”

But the girl just couldn’t move. Her eyes continued to flicker between his cock and mine, the wet spot on her panties growing bigger and darker by the second, a heavy aromatic smell rising in the air.

Oh shit.

It was the scent of hungry pussy.

She was getting it tonight for sure.

But we’re guys who enjoy our in-flight entertainment, so I twirled one finger, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Dance,” I commanded. “Do it.”

And slowly, the female’s hips began swaying again. Good. Her tips were pointy beneath the satin silk, body flushed and warm. She was ready for sure.

“Take it off,” I rasped again. “Everything.”

But the command was unnecessary this time. Because on its own, a huge tit popped out. Oh yeah, Joanie was too luscious for mere lingerie to contain, and the heavy white orb flew free, jiggling and wiggling, making my cock jerk.

“Fuck,” Andrew rasped, eyes hungry as they devoured our sweet girl. His hand was working up and down that stiff fuckpole, greasing it up. “Fuck.”

“Fuck is right,” I growled ravenously. “Because take it all off, pretty girl. We need to see.”

And the slut revealed h

erself then. Purring like a kitten, Joanie shot us teasing glances as she eased the bra straps off those narrow shoulders, big boobies unveiled. But the girl didn’t stop there. Oh no. Still swaying in time to the music, she lifted one big breast to her lips, licking at the nipple before biting down coyly, never dropping our gazes.

“Mmm,” she moaned throatily. “Tastes good.”

We were ready to pounce then, to fuck this girl all the way to Atlanta, right here on the floor of the G6. But Joanie had tricks up her sleeve. Because still dancing, she turned around, shooting us a sly glance over one shoulder. And then spreading her legs, the girl bent over.

Down.

Down.