Mick Blue's Best Day Ever, Scene #02

Anikka Albrite arrives with a secret. The moment the door clicks, five women move at once. Mick watches the girls strip away outer layers of lingerie, each revealing shaved pussy framed by black lace and, behind them, butt plugs glinting like jewelry. Anikka lands on his mouth first, thighs warm and slick; the others spread around him. Tits brush his chest. Tongues find his shaft. Aidra bites his lower lip and Ana’s long fingers circle his balls while Megan sucks his head in a slow slide. They pass his cock like candy, each mouth wetter than the last. Abella drags her tongue from taint to tip, leaving a wet stripe, then swings round to feed him her clit while the other girls rearrange. Anikka spreads on all fours; Mick pushes the plug from her ass and sinks in with one shove. Every girl demands a turn—twerking, clapping, pushing back for more. He works down the line, spit flying whenever he pulls out of one hole and into the next, the room loud with grunts and the slap of skin. They swarm his face whenever he sits up, asses smothering him, tongues circling his rim until his chin shines. Five open mouths meet the sudden pulse of his load, tongues stretched and dripping. When it’s over, he lies back and laughs: “I’m a lucky bastard.”