Killer Kleavage From Outer Space - Episode 4

Vyxen and Veronica were sunbathing in the heat with the booze flowing when conversation swung to the string of dead Earth dicks they’d left behind. Michael and Pete stumbled on them just after receiving reports of alien women with chests too big for gravity. Pete had called bullshit until the first iridescent ray gun shot into the sky. The blackout-suit boys knew protocols said keep walking, but chances at double-teaming tanned, intergalactic ass that squirts when you slap it only roll around once. Never. They advanced anyway—fat cocks already throbbing inside tailored slacks, minds racing about double penetration between neon-green assholes, spraying champagne into the open mouths that would soon moan their names between asteroid C-cup breasts.