Rescued from the Rapids: A Raw Threesome Ignites in Naturist Bliss
The bungalow at Domaine de la Sablière hums with post-storm heat. Air thick, skin still damp from the river’s fury. Dorothée stands there, fresh from rescue, my t-shirt discarded. Legs endless, hips boyish, breasts pert and begging touch. Marie’s hands glide over her, shaving foam swirling. Aisselles first, smooth silk emerging. Then lower. Blade whispers over dark bush. Dorothée gasps, thighs quiver. Her heart races under pale skin, marked by bikini ghosts. I watch, pulse hammering. Marie’s laughter bubbles, eyes dark with hunger. ‘Your turn,’ she says to me. I grab the badger brush. Foam thick, creamy. Glide it slow over Dorothée’s mound. She arches. Heat radiates from her core. Razor scrapes gentle, deliberate. Her lips part, pink and swollen. Cream soothes, fingers linger in folds. Wetness slicks my touch. Marie joins, bronzer wipes away tan lines. Two bronzed goddesses now, smooth as sin. Marie shaves herself too. Blond curls fall away. Her sex blooms, plump and rosy. They sit, legs splayed, tails crossed. Fingers trace. ‘Yours so full,’ Dorothée breathes, eyes on Marie’s slit. ‘Mine tight, dark.’ Hearts thunder. My cock surges, rigid, veins pulsing. They stare, lick lips. Urgency coils tight.
They pounce. Chairs scrape. My back hits the lounge. Hands everywhere. Marie’s palm strokes my shaft, firm grip. Dorothée’s mouth descends, hot, wet. Tongue swirls tip, sucks deep. Saliva drips. Marie straddles, impales. Her walls clench, slick fire. She rides hard, breasts bounce, nipples hard peaks. I grab them, pinch, twist. Dorothée kneels, laps at Marie’s ass, then my balls. Tongues duel over my length when Marie lifts. Wet smacks, moans guttural. Sweat beads, trickles between breasts. Hearts slam chests. Possession raw. Marie grinds deeper, clit grinding base. Dorothée’s fingers plunge her own slit, then mine, teasing rosebud. Breath ragged. I thrust up, savage. Their mouths crash, tongues tangle above me. Salty kiss, shared lust. Fingers rake backs, nails bite. Climax builds, tsunami. Muscles lock. I erupt, flooding Marie. She convulses, screams muffled in Dorothée’s mouth. Dorothée shudders, juices flood her hand. Waves crash, bodies quake. Total. Devouring.
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