The End Game - Part 2

There they were, busting into Smokey's spot like they owned the place: Flower Tucci with those heavy curves stacked just right and Daphne Rosen right beside her, grin sharp enough to make you sweat. Smokey can't stay seated—girls move in, push their weight around, clothes coming off in one fast tug. Flower turns first, her fat ass thick enough to keep the night going, cheeks parted, and pulls Smokey's face in close, tongue going deep while smacking loud. That sloppy ass-eating gets her wet, his tongue working circles inside and grinding until juice glistens on every roll. Next is Daphne's turn—her huge round thighs sliding open, creamy pussy spread right over Smokey's open mouth. She rides down, white-hot wetness covering his face until he gulps every shiver that drops out of her. Sweat-slick bodies hit heavy rhythm as both girls push him back. Daphne handles dick, thick and hard already while Flower crawls up top and rocks that much-glistened ass down on Smokey—sunken, claiming, twitching. Fishnet thighs spread extra wide, each plop-dong clap fills the room. That for squatpile threeway humiliation plays out until both roll neck-deep into sweat-drenched, cellulite-wiggling debauchery—only swapping spit after Daphne sprays back against the tabletop, followed fast by Flower's machine-gun squirts glazing walls and viewers alike.