Bobbi Starr's Gape Gang, Scene #02

Three brunettes lounge in a doctor's waiting room—Dana DeArmond, lean and cut, Phoenix Marie, her curves heavy, and Kimberly Kane, white as marble. Tight as a pulled bow, the charge in the air finally snaps. Tongues meet, thighs part, breath thickens. Dana lifts her hips into the cold metal of the examination stirrups and spreads wide, her trimmed cunt shining. Kimberly kneels between her calves, warm tongue working up Dana’s slit. At the same time, she takes up a fat stainless-steel probe, soaking it in spit. Phoenix bends over, cheeks parted. Kim eases the chilled steel past the puckered ring until it seats deep. She withdraws it slowly, kisses the still-yawning rim, then pushes three—then four—wet fingers straight up Phoenix’s gaping ass. Soles brush faces; toes get sucked, heels scraped against tongues. Fingers, probe, a bulbous glass dildo commandeered from a drawer—they pass each toy like shared secrets. Breasts press together; sweat glistens along the edge of every pale crease. They fuck themselves wider and deeper until every asshole throbs, every pussy drips, and the three of them slump, spent and smiling, among the empty latex gloves and rolled paper. Every filthy need met.