Danger Girl Does Hawaii update (Patreon)

The moon shone gently on the scene, making it softly lovely for such an orgiastic event. Sydney could see Johnny’s thick balls swaying between his legs, the creamy whiteness that covered his cock—what had to be a mixture of precum and the wetness of Lae’ula’s saliva.

Johnny’s prick looked huge compared to those cocks—not so many—that Sydney had seen before. She wondered haplessly what it would feel like to have something of that size going into her. There couldn’t possibly be room for anything else with that fucking her, but then, she supposed there didn’t need to be…

She couldn’t watch anymore. Now she was imagining Johnny dicking her? Sydney had come out here to make sure Lae’ula had no sinister plans for him, not to watch her get the bang of a lifetime!

She turned to leave and a sixth sense warned her of Johnny looking up, reacting to some small sound she must’ve made. Sydney huddled against her palm tree again. Johnny would never let her live it down if he caught her watching him getting his dick sucked, and it would absolutely ruin her chances of…

Of what? Sydney realized the coast was silent, no sound above the light foaming of the surf. She looked out again and saw, to her relief, that Johnny was kneeling over Lae’ula again, pressing her down onto her back. Lae’ula lay there, totally subjugated to him, her mouth hanging open and her naked thighs quivering helplessly. He reached down to her cunt, stroking his fingers up and down the moist contours of her folds.

At least he was facing away from Sydney as he sprawled out over the voluptuously spread Hawaiian. She could see Lae’ula’s sweetly opened pussy, watching in silence as Johnny lowered his erection down to that lewdly undulating slit. Lae’ula’s widespread thighs opened wider to let Johnny’s prick fuck inside of her, slowly parting her labia before plunging into her center. Johnny’s ass clenched and squirmed while he fed himself into the wet pulse of her sex. His hands reached down under her firm ass and pulled her up, impaling Lae’ula’s womanhood on his cock. From there, he buried it slowly down into her warm, welcoming cunt.

Sydney’s heart was pounding like a drum, her lungs heaving like a set of bellows. She had to rest against the tree to keep her balance.  She felt weak, close to fainting, and looked away to keep her equilibrium, trying to pretend the unbelievably wild fuck she’d stumbled onto wasn’t really happening.

There on the ground was Johnny, her Johnny, who she’d wanted and denied for so long, with this thick lusty prick going all the way into another woman’s wetly clinging sex. The two were guiding their bodies together, Johnny and Lae’ula fucking to a lewd, luscious rhythm.

Was this why he’d come with her all the way to Hawaii? To fuck someone else? Whatever warmth she’d felt for Johnny turned to anger, then to hate. Why should she feel jealous of him fucking someone else? She didn’t know. She just couldn’t stand the fact that he was.

“Mmmmm, your cock is so big, feels so gooood fucking my hot little cunt!” Lae’ula’s delighted cry stabbed into Sydney’s confused thoughts. What right did that bitch, a total stranger, have to steal Johnny’s attention from her? This was what she’d been wanting from him for years!

Sydney wanted to run out of cover and pull their naked bodies apart, throw Lae’ula as far away from that dick as she possibly could. Her vision blurred with tears. She wanted to run too, but she knew her legs wouldn’t work properly, not after she’d seen Johnny’s huge dick screwing that bitch’s brains out. No, Sydney couldn’t do anything but hide behind the palm tree and watch while that brazen whore wrapped her naked pussy around his dick.

Agonized, she lifted her hands to her ears, trying to shut out the sound, but it didn’t help. The noise of their wet, hot sex pushed in on her from all sides—cock pumping, pussy gulping, punctuated intermittently by the mewls and grunts expressing their rapture. Eyes bulging, Sydney watched Johnny keep stretching her pussy, rutting into Lae’ula over and over again at his meticulous, savoring pace.

He drew back, several throbbing inches of his fat cock emerging from Lae’ula’s pussy, then he slid back into her. He held himself inside her, his prick having to be deep inside her nakedly trembling stomach. Then he pulled back, letting Sydney see the underside of his reddened erection. Her mouth dropped open; she fought down a cry of protest when she saw Lae’ula’s long, slender legs wrap around Johnny’s waist, heels tight against the dimples of his back, straining to hold him inside her hot little hole.

The cords of Lae’ula’s thighs flexed tightly, dancing before Sydney’s eyes while she fucked herself on Johnny’s wetly glistening manhood. Her sensually curved buttocks lifted off the ground, wet flesh dappled with sand as she brought herself upward to Johnny, trying desperately to take all of him into her tight opening. And his stiff flesh sunk so quickly into her slick pink folds that it seemed to be sucked into her.

Sydney raised her hand to her mouth, barely suppressing a moan when she saw Johnny’s fingers cover Lae’ula’s heaving breasts. He leaned his weight on them, pillowing them against Lae’ula’s chest as he pumped his hips down into her waiting lap.

Sydney could see her well-opened slit tightly clasping Johnny’s hardness, stretching and quivering with his lascivious drives. He thrust deep, his balls slapping loudly against Lae’ula’s upturned buttocks, knocking the sand from them like an eraser being cleaned after school. His long, hard prick went into Lae’ula until its impalement brought a pained gasp from her, like the cry of a virgin being gangbanged. But there was undeniable pleasure written on Lae’ula’s face when she let loose the sound.

Johnny’s sweaty ass pumped up and down ferociously, catching the moonlight, glinting right into Sydney’s eyes as if announcing to her again and again how his hardened prick was going right into Lae’ula’s hotly gripping sex. He was fucking her at such a maddened pace that Sydney almost felt sorry for her.

But any worry that Johnny would destroy her pussy with that massive cock was quickly lost in jealous spite. She hoped Johnny would ruin Lae’ula for other men. If nothing else, she’d get to watch the incredible orgasm Lae’ula would feel as she was fucked into an addiction to his big prick.

And that seemed to be exactly what Sydney was seeing. Lae’ula’s eyes widened, then became glassy, staring up sightlessly at the stars. Her mouth hung open and her body flushed a ruddy scarlet, blazing in the moonlight, as though the red-hot feeling of the fuck was spreading out from deep in her loins, reaching her creamy skin, tingeing it the same color as the sensation she must be feeling.

Her wet pussy kept devouring Johnny’s cock no matter how much he fed her, hips twisting and writhing around it, legs spreading even further apart. Suddenly they shot up, her knees nearing her heatedly jiggling breasts, the heels of her feet spurring Johnny on. They dug into his back as he fucked her. Her head jostled with every thrust; she pounded it back into the sand beneath her, her long hair flying wildly about her face.

Now Sydney could barely breathe, so hypnotized was she by the lewdly locked bodies she was watching. They kept at each other, joined flesh describing astonishing ecstasy together on the ground not far from where she was. The sex was getting more and more frantic with each passing moment. Lae’ula’s legs popped out, shooting out to either side of Johnny’s driving hips.

Rivulets of sweat ran down Johnny’s face and shone on his bare back, all the way down to the tensing cheeks of his rapidly throwing ass. He kept fucking the full length of his prick into Lae’ula’s hotly accepting sex until her orgasmic cry pierced the air. Then Johnny let out a low, manly grunt before there was silence.

Only the sound of a hardened prick rutting into a flooded pussy could still be heard reverberating through the night.

Johnny stayed on top of the lasciviously thrashing woman for another moment. Lae’ula’s breasts shook under his chest, jiggling with the rest of her body. The wild lunges of her hips slowed to tight, spastic jerks smacking her loins against his crotch—Lae’ula still fucking herself on his prick while it continued thrusting into her.

Her nostrils flared as she was filled with Johnny, then one long gasp of air stuffed her lungs before she collapsed. Her body trembled where it lay, as if being electrocuted by the pleasure she was still feeling in her groin. Johnny’s hands remained under her hotly twitching ass; he pulled her limp body up to one last stroke from his cock as it spurted his hot cum into her greedily sucking womanhood. It filled her until she was overflowing, his seed running in dollops out of her pussy while it softly convulsed.

Sydney watched Johnny fell upon her well-fucked body in breathless silence. They lay connected, a loose tangle of arms and legs, their breathing slowly growing out of the small pants that were all they could manage through the strain.

Sydney took one last envious look and then turned away, only to see Abbey right behind. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her lips parted—she must look much as Sydney did, still stunned by what she had seen. True, Abbey’d had less time to get used to it, but she’d also seen far less of that unspeakably rapturous fuck that Lae’ula had enjoyed.

Then Abbey smiled; apparently she wasn’t as invested in Johnny’s love life as Sydney was. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, Sydney?”

Sydney forced a blasé attitude. “We are spies, Abbey. We spy.”

“Uh-huh.” Abbey’s eyes took in Sydney’s hardened nipples and tightly clenched thighs, both evident through Sydney’s swimwear. “We also go into action.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Abbey reached up to the top of her own bikini. “Figure it out. I thought you were an intelligence agent.” And with her grin growing even wickeder, she undid the catch on her bikini top and let her succulent breasts be seen.

The next thing Sydney knew, Abbey was on top of her, her head down in Sydney’s wet cunt while she lowered her own moist valley down to Sydney’s feverish face.

As shocked as Sydney was to be sixty-nining with Abbey, she still tingled with excitement at the feel of Abbey’s hot breath on her snatch. Abbey was enjoying herself too—she trembled at the soft of Sydney’s soft, velvety tongue over her slit. They were both blazing with passion and as their tongues whipped at each other, they convulsed like mad.

Abbey’s head was between Sydney’s toned thighs now, feeling the juices that had quickened along Sydney’s folds now soaking her face. Her saliva lathered Sydney’s already drenched sex while she felt Sydney bite at her cunt. Abbey’s lower belly tingled—she knew she would only be satiated by feeling a woman’s tongue in there.

Sydney put her arms around her fellow Danger Girl’s supple ass and pulled her pelvis closer, burying her own face deeper in her steamy groin. She tongued contentedly into her folds, tracing their contours up to Abbey’s stiff clit and flicking it before she plunged her tongue inside of the blonde.

“Oooooohhh,” Abbey moaned, her inner muscles clenching around Sydney’s stabbing, loving tongue.

Abbey opened her legs wide and pressed her hairy sex down on Sydney’s gasping mouth. Sydney was lost in her thatch, licking, lapping, gulping, loving how much Abbey’s snatch was running with arousal.

“I’m gonna coooommeee…!” Abbey moaned slowly, her words trailing over into a blissful haze of being fucked.

Abbey shoved her fiery cunt down onto Sydney’s mouth, her ecstasy running right onto Sydney’s tongue. Her pussy contracted and gushed, quivering with Sydney’s tongue licking up inside it. Her clit twinged with feeling. Frantic vibrations went deep into her body, crowding in on her clenching stomach. Her breasts rubbed against Sydney’s feverishly flushed skin, her nipples rigidly pink with the friction they were picking up from the tormenting, teasing grind of their bodies.

“IMMM COOMMIIINNNGGG!”

Her juices splashed into Sydney’s face and were swallowed down where Sydney’s mouth and tongue could get to them. Abbey’s tongue slid into Sydney’s spasming pussy and rode the spasming convulsions inside her. Her nose was tickled by Sydney’s bush as she came on Abbey’s tongue. Both women felt surrounded by the pink folds of labia pressing into their flaring nostrils and gasping, gargling lips.

“GGGGHHHHH!” Sydney moaned through a flood of Abbey’s cream. She wallowed in the sweet, warm liquid, feeling it as much as tasting it, loving the girlish honey that took over her senses in so many ways.

Their bodies intertwined in pure softness, feeling nothing of the ground under them, only creamy smooth skin. Warmth radiated from one blissed out woman to the other  as they held each other, clutching, squeezing, and most importantly licking.

Sydney let out a soft laugh. In spite of the orgasm that had just destroyed her world, she was quickly hurdling towards another one. It was peak irony. She’d wanted to get over her crush on Johnny and she had, only to develop an absolute addiction to Abbey Chase.

The blonde was a narcotic. Now that she’d tried her, Sydney couldn’t get enough. Her need was somehow greater than it had been before her all-consuming satiation. Maybe it was because now she knew what Abbey could do to her. How could she ever be satisfied with anything less?

But, as Abbey kept up her tongue’s twisting enjoyment of all the little curves and folds of her cunt, Sydney thought she might not have to. Abbey was savoring her pussy far too much for a woman who intended that what happened in Hawaii, stayed in Hawaii.

And Sydney hadn’t even used her whip yet.