Making moves and flying across the world. Just another day in the life and now traveling to England. Raissa Bellini stepped off the plane at Heathrow with her carry-on slung over her shoulder and her phone already buzzing with Lucy Pinder’s latest DM. The British glamour model had sent a selfie from her dressing room—tight black top stretched across her famous natural breasts, brown hair falling in soft waves, brown eyes sparkling with anticipation. Raissa grinned, thumbs flying as she replied that she was on her way to the hotel. The porn star and ex-glamour model became friends over Instagram. Lucy and Raissa had been following each other. For Raissa, the British glamour legend was just another conquest.
They met in the lobby bar an hour later. Lucy looked every inch the legend: tight jeans hugging her thick thighs, a low-cut blouse that barely contained her heavy, all-natural tits. The two women hugged, breasts pressing together, and Raissa felt Lucy’s nipples stiffen against her own through the thin fabric.
“God, you’re even hotter in person. I'm quite flabbergasted to be honest with you,” Lucy whispered, cheeks flushing and trying to hold back a smile. They ordered drinks and found a quiet corner booth. Raissa leaned in, voice low and husky with her Italian accent.
“I want to fuck your husband,” she said bluntly, eyes locked on Lucy’s. Right there, seeing the reaction on the married woman's face. Raissa was honest. “But first I want us to share a black cock together. My old friend Tyrone is in town. He’s huge and he knows how to use it.”
Lucy’s breath caught. She glanced around, then admitted in a whisper, “I haven’t had black cock in over ten years. As for a threesome, Russell and I have talked about it, but we haven't found a suitable partner yet” She paused. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to indulge myself with a black man again.”
Raissa’s hand slid under the table, resting on Lucy’s knee. “Then let’s plan it out. Tyrone can be here tomorrow night. We’ll meet at your place. You, me and him. Your husband don't have to know."
Lucy thought about it and nodded.
Raissa smiled, already wet at the thought of what they were planning out together. “Deal. Tomorrow night. Send me your address. And wear something that shows off those perfect tits—I want Tyrone hard the second he walks in.”
Lucy nodded, breathing faster. “I’ll text you the details. And Raissa… thank you. I haven't been with a black man in so many years, this is going to be wonderful."
They finished their drinks, the air between them crackling with anticipation. Raissa watched Lucy’s dress sway as the British model walked away, already imagining how those massive natural breasts would look bouncing while Tyrone stretched her open and his huge black dick shoved between those big British tits. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. Raissa was even more excited than the gang bangs she had recently.
The next afternoon Lucy Pinder arrived at Raissa’s hotel suite exactly on time. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, the British glamour model shrugged off her coat to reveal a tight white tank top stretched to its limit over her huge natural breasts. Raissa, already barefoot in just a black lace bra and thong, pulled Lucy into a deep kiss, their tongues sliding together while their hands roamed.
Lucy peeled her tank top off first, freeing her heavy, all-natural tits. The pale flesh spilled out, nipples already stiff. Her breasts were still as massive as they were years ago. H cup at it's finest. Not as big as Kelly Brook was now, but still very impressive to say the least. Raissa unhooked her own bra and let her E-cup breasts bounce free. They stood chest to chest, rubbing their bare tits together, nipples dragging across soft skin.
“Amazing, they feel even bigger than they look,” Raissa murmured, cupping Lucy’s heavy breasts and lifting them, feeling their weight. Lucy moaned softly and returned the favor, squeezing Raissa’s tits and thumbing her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
They moved to the bed and climbed on, kneeling face to face. Lucy leaned down and sucked one of Raissa’s nipples into her mouth, tongue swirling around the stiff bud while her hand kneaded the other breast. Raissa gasped, fingers threading through Lucy’s brown hair as she pushed her chest forward, offering more.
Raissa slid her hands under Lucy’s massive tits again, bouncing them gently, watching the flesh ripple. “I can’t wait to see Tyrone’s big black cock between these,” she whispered, giving Lucy’s nipples a firm pinch. Lucy whimpered, thighs pressing together, already wet.
They kept playing, trading licks and sucks, pressing their tits together and rubbing until both women were flushed and breathing hard. Lucy’s brown eyes were glassy with lust. “I haven’t been this turned on in years,” she admitted, voice husky. “My pussy is dripping just thinking about Tyrone stretching me open while you watch.”
Raissa grinned and leaned in for another deep kiss, their bare breasts mashed together. “He’ll be here soon. Until then, keep playing with these perfect tits. I want you soaked and ready for him by the time he gets here. We're going to suck on some big black cock today.”
"Yes indeed," Lucy agreed.
Tyrone stepped into the suite, his tall frame filling the doorway. The moment he saw Lucy kneeling on the carpet in nothing but a tiny black thong, his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He shut the door behind him and let his eyes travel over her pale, heavy tits and the way her brown hair tumbled over her shoulders.
"Look at you," he said, voice low. "Right where you belong already. Down on your knees like a good girl."
Lucy’s cheeks flushed, but she stayed perfectly still, knees spread, back arched so her massive breasts thrust forward. Tyrone walked a slow circle around her, taking his time, thinking to himself while Lucy also was feeling fantasies come up in her mind.
"Arms behind your head," he ordered her.
She obeyed at once, lacing her fingers at the nape of her neck. The movement lifted her tits higher, nipples pointing straight out. Tyrone nodded, pleased.
"Now shake 'em for me."
Lucy gave her shoulders a quick roll, then a harder one, making her heavy breasts bounce and slap together. The soft flesh rippled with every movement. Tyrone watched the pale globes jiggle, then reached out and gave one nipple a firm pinch.
"Good girl. Now show me those classic Page 3 poses."
Lucy dropped her arms and leaned forward onto her hands, pushing her ass up and arching her back so her tits hung down, heavy and full. She looked over her shoulder at him, lips parted, then slowly crawled forward a few inches, letting her breasts swing beneath her.
"On your back," Tyrone said. "Legs spread, knees up."
She rolled onto her back, planted her feet, and let her knees fall open. Her thong was already damp at the crotch. Tyrone stepped between her feet and looked down at her spread thighs and the way her tits flattened slightly against her ribs.
"Hands under your tits. Lift them like you’re offering them."
Lucy cupped her own breasts from below and pushed them together, creating a deep line of cleavage. She squeezed, making the flesh bulge between her fingers.
"Now sit up on your heels and lean back on your hands," he continued. "Arch hard."
She pushed up, spine curving, tits thrust toward the ceiling. Tyrone reached down and slapped the underside of one breast, watching it bounce. Lucy gasped but held the pose.
"Down on the floor again," he said. "Face down, ass up, tits pressed to the floor."
Lucy dropped forward, pressing her cheek to the carpet and lifting her ass high. Her breasts pillowed out beneath her, nipples grazing the rough fabric. Tyrone ran a hand over the curve of her ass, then gave it a sharp smack. He was impressed by Lucy's submissive obedience. He turned his attention to Raissa, who had been watching from the edge of the bed, fingers idly circling one of her own nipples. Tyrone’s gaze flicked between the two women, already planning his next command.
Tyrone’s dark eyes gleamed with approval as Lucy held the final pose, cheek pressed to the carpet, ass high, tits mashed flat beneath her. He gave her a slow nod.
"Good girl," he said, voice rich and low. His gaze slid to Raissa still perched on the edge of the bed. "She’s a good girl, Raissa. Real good."
Raissa’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. Tyrone turned back to Lucy one last time, then crooked two fingers at both women.
"On your knees. Both of you."
Lucy pushed up from the floor and crawled to the center of the room. Raissa slid off the bed and joined her, the two women settling side by side on the carpet. Tyrone stepped in front of them, towering over their upturned faces. With deliberate slowness he peeled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the deep V of muscle that disappeared beneath his waistband. He kicked off his shoes, then pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion.
His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and already half-hard, the dark shaft curving upward, veins prominent along its length. The heavy crown glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Both women stared, lips parted.
Tyrone wrapped his fingers around the base and gave it a lazy stroke, then pointed the head toward Raissa.
"You first. Nice and slow."
Raissa leaned in without hesitation. She opened her mouth wide and let the broad head slide across her tongue, tasting the salty drop. Her lips stretched around the girth as she took him deeper, inch by careful inch, until her nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. She held there, throat working, then drew back until only the head remained between her lips. Saliva coated the shaft in a shiny layer. She bobbed again, slower this time, hollowing her cheeks, letting her tongue press flat against the underside.
Lucy knelt close, eyes locked on the sight of Raissa’s mouth gliding up and down Tyrone’s cock. Her own nipples tightened, and a soft whimper escaped her throat as she waited, thighs pressed together, pussy already slick.
Tyrone’s hand settled on the back of Raissa’s head, guiding her pace but not forcing it. "That’s it," he murmured. "Show her how it’s done."
Raissa’s eyes flicked sideways to Lucy, then closed again as she sank all the way down once more, taking every thick inch until her lips met her fingers wrapped around the base. A wet, obscene sound filled the room each time she pulled back. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her tits, leaving shiny trails across the pale skin.
Tyrone’s cock throbbed against Raissa’s pierced tongue, growing even harder. He let out a low groan, hips rocking forward just enough to meet her next descent. Lucy’s breathing quickened, her gaze fixed on the glistening shaft disappearing between Raissa’s stretched lips, her own mouth watering in anticipation of her turn.
Raissa eased off Tyrone’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit still connecting her lips to the glistening head. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned, shifting aside so Lucy could take her place.
Lucy’s hands trembled as she reached for him. She wrapped both palms around the thick shaft, feeling the heavy pulse beneath her fingers. Her first real taste of black cock in years. She leaned in and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the swollen tip, tasting Raissa’s saliva mixed with Tyrone’s pre-cum. Her tongue flicked out, circling the crown, then she opened wide and took just the head between her lips. She sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, eyes half-lidded as she savored the stretch of her mouth around that fat head.
Tyrone stayed still, letting her explore at her own pace. His hand rested lightly on her head, thumb stroking her temple. Lucy moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating up his length. She bobbed a little deeper, taking another inch, then pulled back until only the tip remained, tongue swirling around slowly. After a minute she released him with a shy smile. Her hands slid up to cup her heavy breasts, lifting and pressing them together. She guided his wet cock between the soft, pale mounds, trapping him in the deep valley of her cleavage. The head peeked out the top, shiny and dark against her skin.
Raissa giggled, her thick Italian accent curling around every word. "Bet you never expected to have your big black cock between the huge tits of Lucy Pinder?"
Lucy’s cheeks flushed pink. She looked up at Tyrone, biting her lower lip, eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Tyrone’s grin widened. He placed his hands over hers, holding her breasts tighter around his shaft, and began to thrust. Slow, measured strokes that dragged the full length of his cock through her cleavage, the head bumping her chin on each upward push. Lucy kept her gaze locked on his, breathing faster as she watched him fuck her famous tits. His big black dick pumping up and down between them.
Tyrone eased his hips back, dragging his slick shaft free of Lucy’s warm cleavage. A string of saliva and pre-cum stretched between the fat head and the deep valley of her tits before it snapped. Lucy’s mouth opened on instinct, tongue extended, waiting to taste him again, but Tyrone only gave her a teasing slap—once, twice—letting the heavy cock land wetly across her pink tongue. She moaned softly at the contact, tasting the mix of spit and his salty fluid, but he didn’t push inside.
Raissa crawled forward on her knees, the heavy sway of her E-cup breasts leading the way. Tyrone turned his body slightly so she could get into position. She lifted her own tits, pressing the soft, olive-toned globes around his dark shaft. Unlike Lucy’s slow, almost reverent approach, Raissa went straight to work—pushing her breasts together tightly and sliding them up and down in quick, eager strokes. The head of his cock disappeared between the warm flesh on every upward thrust, then popped back out, shiny and glistening.
Lucy stayed close, watching with parted lips. Tyrone reached down and cupped the back of Raissa’s head, guiding her rhythm without forcing it. Tyrone grunted in approval, hips rolling to meet each of her strokes. The wet sounds of tit-fucking filled the hotel room—skin slapping skin, the occasional wet pop when the head broke free of her cleavage. Raissa kept the pace steady, squeezing her breasts tighter every time the crown emerged, letting it nudge her chin before she swallowed it back down between the soft mounds.
Lucy leaned in, licking her lips, clearly wanting another taste but waiting for Tyrone’s next command. However he chose to lead her.
Tyrone’s cock slid free of Raissa’s slick cleavage with a wet pop. He stepped back, the heavy shaft glistening, then dropped onto the couch, legs spread wide. His dark length stood rigid, pointing straight up.
“Get on it,” he ordered. "I want you on top of me right now."
Raissa climbed up without hesitation. She straddled his lap, reached down, and wrapped her fingers around the thick base. She rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit once, twice, then sank down in one smooth motion. Her pussy stretched around him, lips parting as inch after inch disappeared inside her. A low moan left her throat when her ass settled against his thighs and the full length was buried deep.
She started riding immediately—slow at first, rolling her hips in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. Her heavy E-cup tits bounced with the motion, nipples stiff and dark. Tyrone’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm, then slid lower to squeeze her ass cheeks and spread them apart.
Lucy stayed on her knees a few feet away, eyes locked on the point where Tyrone’s cock vanished inside Raissa. Every time the Italian rose up, the thick shaft reappeared, shiny with her juices, before she dropped back down and took it all again. Lucy’s own pussy throbbed at the sight. She licked her lips but didn’t move closer, waiting for Tyrone’s next command.
Raissa’s breathing grew heavier. She planted her hands on Tyrone’s chest and picked up the pace, bouncing harder, the wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs filling the room. Her accent thickened as she spoke between gasps. “Fuck… so deep… stretching me open.”
Tyrone’s grip tightened. He thrust up to meet her, driving into her on every downward stroke. Raissa’s moans turned into short cries. Her tits swung wildly. She kept her eyes on his face, riding him with steady, hungry strokes while Lucy watched from the floor, fingers twitching against her own thighs.
Raissa rose up on shaking thighs, Tyrone’s cock sliding out of her with a wet sound. She swung one leg off him and dropped to the carpet, knees spread wide. Two fingers plunged straight into her dripping pussy. She pumped them hard, palm slapping her clit with every thrust. Her E-cup tits heaved as she rocked forward, ass lifted, juices running down her wrist. A sharp cry tore from her throat when the orgasm hit. Clear fluid spurted around her fingers, splattering the couch cushion and the floor in front of her. She kept rubbing through the pulses, smearing her own mess across the carpet until her hand slowed and she slumped forward, panting.
Tyrone’s gaze shifted to Lucy. He gave a single nod. His way of telling her to get ready. She was getting fucked next.
Lucy crawled forward on hands and knees, back arched, heavy breasts swinging beneath her. She stopped in front of the couch, lowered her shoulders, and presented her ass. Tyrone stood, thick cock still shiny from Raissa’s pussy. He stepped behind Lucy, gripped her hips, and drove straight in. Her British cunt stretched around the dark shaft, lips gripping him as he sank to the hilt in one thrust. Lucy gasped, fingers curling into the carpet.
He started fucking her hard. Every stroke slammed his hips against her ass, making her massive tits slap together and swing wildly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Lucy’s moans grew louder, turning into short cries each time he bottomed out. Her pussy clenched around him, dripping down her thighs.
Tyrone kept the pace steady and deep until Lucy’s arms trembled. Her orgasm rolled through her in hard waves. She cried out, pushing back against him, cunt pulsing and squeezing. He rode her through it, then pulled out with a wet pop. Lucy stayed on all fours for a moment, catching her breath, before she pushed up onto her knees. She lifted both hands, gathered her long brown hair, and clasped it behind her head. Her chest rose and fell, nipples stiff, heavy tits offered up. She looked at Tyrone, lips parted, waiting. He stepped close, cock inches from her face and breasts, deciding where he wanted to finish by shooting his load all over her. Either way, she was ready to be made into a dripping mess.
Tyrone stepped in close, cock aimed straight at Lucy’s upturned face. He stroked once, twice, then grunted as the first thick rope of cum blasted across her forehead and cheek. More followed in heavy spurts, painting her nose, lips, and chin in glossy white streaks. The final shots landed lower, splattering across the tops of her massive British tits and sliding down the inner slopes. Lucy stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, mouth parted, letting every drop land where he wanted.
Raissa clapped her hands together, bouncing on her knees. “Yes! Cover her! Cum all over her!” She cheered louder, voice bright and excited, until the last spurt landed and Tyrone stepped back, breathing hard.
Lucy opened her eyes, lashes sticky, and gave a shy little smile through the mess. Cum dripped from her chin onto her breasts in slow, shiny trails. Raissa leaned in and kissed her cheek, tasting Tyrone’s load all over her face. She stayed there for a minute, letting him see the mess he made. It had been years since she fucked a black man and it was best to let him cum all over her like this.
As Raissa smiled, she thought about what was to come next. She couldn't wait to fuck Lucy Pinder's husband Russell Martin.
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