"You'll be earning that gas either way, sweethearts..." Joe said as he stood in front, lined up with Layla's gorgeous face to offer up his fat shaft, now nicely rock-hard, to her and in perhaps telling fashion she licked her lips at the sight before she opened up wide for him to slide inside to kick things off.
"Ya'll eat those words... Ya'll don't know who you're messin' with, honey..." McCool claimed as she pushed the thick, vein-adorned strap-on into the tight snatch of her tag partner, friend and clear fuck buddy. A muffled moan escaped the British beauty as she sunk her plump lips around the very real dick in front of her with eagerness while she rocked back and forth against the Americans front and back. "Mmmm... I ain't lost a fuckin' battle yet, darlin'..." She confidently said with a moan. Stimulated by the bumps of the harness into her as she fucked Layla from behind. The expensive, shining buckles of the thick belts that both Divas wore jangled as both used stiff force even at this early stage to work into one another. A sight all the hotter with how the dark-haired in the middle got spit roasted in a way to be filled up at both ends with fat, long dick.
"Mmmmm... There's a first time for everything, sweetheart..." Big Joe smirked and showed his skills right away to last not just between a set of full, plump lips like Layla had but the warm and soothing mouth beyond. He clutched her hair and watched the gorgeous face slide along his fat cock while she slurped and groaned around him. She was eager to apply her saliva to his delicious inches with flicks of her tongue around the hung biker's cock. "Mmmmm... And I'll be testing out what your fine ass can handle too... Mmmm! Before this is all done with..." He added with a glance up to see the narrow-eyed, but still one of desire, look that the blonde across the way had while she fucked her fellow WWE starlet from behind. A little too happy to share her whore with a man she's only just met as both McCool and he pumped firmly to work their cocks, fake and real, deeper into the slutty Englishwoman.
"MMMMPHHH!! MMMMM! MMMMM!!" Layla moaned in delight with closed eyes as the Diva Search Winner got used like a cheap porn star, filled up in two tight holes at once with her snatch nicely stretched and damp to match, while her mouth got stuffed full of cock and the saliva seeped past her lips. Her large tits swung in her top as did the expensive necklace she wore and the earrings to look even more like a glammed-up slut as she took a bisexual threesome. "MMMM! MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH! MMMM..." She groaned away around the cock she sucked off with swift bobs. The motion was timed perfectly to rock back and send her juicy ass into the toned waist of the future co-Championship partner with a firm slap. The familiarity of these two women was clear with how easily she took all those fake inches from the blonde.
"MMMM... Well, don't... AHHHH... Get too comfortable fuckin' my girl... MMMM! She ain't leavin' me after this..." Michelle vowed with a groan as she watched the hypnotic sight of her whore's fat ass clap of her harness when she drove in deep into that moist love tunnel. The sort of pace that many a man wouldn't be able to pull off as smoothly as she did, and she had the benefit of a fake dick without any risk of any early finish unlike most men who couldn't handle a piece of pussy this good. "Even if... MMMM... Ya'll see to handle yourself mighty fine... MMMM... With her hungry, slutty mouth..." She admitted with a glance down to see how his thick length vanished impressively deep into Layla's talented oral hole. He was still rock hard without any sign of throbbing, let alone sweat just yet as he let the former Miami Heat dancer suck away to leave his rod nicely slick with spit. He even helped himself to a grope of her rounded chest through her top and bra to get further groans around his member.
As the rugged biker let out a chuckle at the threat, he focused on the oral fun and pumped his thick weapon into Layla's wonderful mouth to muffle the moans as she sucked away. The spit dripped to the workshop floor below as her full lips slid along that shaft without even a choke despite how much of those inches were buried into her. She was more than motivated to slut it up with the pleasure of being railed from behind at the same time. As if it wasn't clear how filthy she could be from being nearly fully dressed and getting fucked at the same time, similar to her LayCool teammate behind her. The arousal of both women was clear not just from the moans, but the juices that started to drip down the inner thighs of the Divas.
"AHHHHH! FUCK!!" Layla's thick, English accent moaned out once he pulled out of her mouth. "He's... MMMM! He's fucking good, 'Chelle! MMMM!" She groaned and still got banged from the back for a moment.
"All he did was fuck your mouth! MMMM! That don't... MMMM! Prove nothin' yet!" Michelle defensively said before she pulled out of that snug pussy. "Get down on your knees and clean me off! And I'll show this biker bull how a real woman sucks some dick!" She said with a bit too much eagerness for a woman trying to only win a battle her as she claimed this was.
"Sounds fine by me, ladies..." Big Joe chuckled and moved around as Layla turned and got onto the floor, and McCool leaned over to get in line with that big dick while she clutched her friend's hair.
Now both women muffled their groans as Layla planted her full lips straight down onto Michelle's fake rod, while McCool now took her turn to slurp along the very real and meaty rod of this biker stud. Both Divas worked with a steady pace to bob almost in sync as they feasted on dick and enjoyed the different tastes. The blonde enjoyed not just a manly shaft but one that could last, as proven by how he handled the dark-haired stunner moments before, as he pumped in and out of the former school teacher's hot and damp mouth. While Layla cleaned off the taste of her pussy juices from that fake cock. So aroused that she even pushed up her top to expose her bra-covered tits, just to lustfully haul them up too as she freed her big, rounded tits to use one hand to grope away at them. The other was down between her legs to rub away at her snatch and get off on sucking dick like a dirty whore.
"MMMM!! MMMMPPPHHH!! SHHHHRRRLLLPPP..." Not that Michelle acted like a saint, despite the rhinestone-covered cross that was on her jingling belt, with how sinfully she sucked off a man she's only met today. Her saliva got added to the mix with the smooth and steady way her mouth plunged onto this fat slab of man meat. "MMMM! MMMMM... SHHHHRRRKKK!! MMMMPPHHHH!" She didn't even mind when his hands reached down and pulled free the string of her top to let the front be open to expose her rounded, nicely sized tits for him to grope. The expert gropes easily got more moans around his rod as he treated her like a prize just like he'd done to her tag partner. Even with the sexy glare she cast up at him, she telling pushed her chest out towards his hands while she stayed bent over with her ripped midsection brushed against the top of Layla's head to let her blow that fake cock for this double dose of oral.
"AHHHH... Darling... You've got quite the damn fine mouth yourself! MMMM..." Big Joe smirked and showed his stamina to last in this second hot and soothing mouth of the day which could easily finish off not just many a man but a good amount of WWE Superstars too. No such risk here even as the saliva dripped along his rod and down to the balls with how deeply she blew him and with a hungry pace that made her long blonde hair sway. The clink of her jewellery was just about heard thanks to the muffled groans that she let out. A little too into sucking dick even though this is supposed to be a competition here. "MMMM... I can only hope the rest of you is just as built... MMMM! As your little whore is to have a good time with..." He added with a chuckle to show he planned on getting a piece of both Divas and from the moans both let out, there wouldn't be any objections to that.
"MMMMM... MMMMPPPHHH! MMMM MMMM MMMM!" On her knees, Layla furiously rubbed away at her wet pussy while she sucked off the thick, realistically veined plastic cock buried between her plump lips. Saliva drooled from her chin and left splats not just over the hiked-up top and bra but across her large tits from the endless way she rocked her head up and down. Her long, dark hair was a mess from all the bobs she'd dished out both here and during the session before. "MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH... MMMM! MMMMPPPHHH!" Like a good, hungry whore, she left this fake cock soaked in saliva and kept her pussy ready for action to come with the quick strokes that left her fingers sticky from the juices. Fluids soon got applied to her chest when she swapped hands to grope her chest and rubbed her folds with the other hand for a moment like a true Nasty Girl.
"MMMMMPPPHHH! MMMMM..." Michelle put on a slutty show herself with her deep and smooth slurps that showed even with her being the 'top' of the lesbian relationship of LayCool she wasn't a stranger to straight oral action. Her soft lips remained nicely wrapped around that fat prick as she worked up and down with more groans thanks to his confident touch to her rack. "MMMM! MMMM! MMMMM..." She purred around him with that sinful glare cast up at him, made hotter by the messy state her golden locks had gotten into. Perhaps that was a silent admission to how good this stud was to go with her moans around him before she finally pulled off. A spit onto the crown before she gasped and slapped her tongue at the thick crown to make him smirk again from how into this 'battle' she was.
"Lay'! Get the fuck up!" Michelle barked and stood up straight. "Ride this stud! Show him how bad of a slut ya'll can be!" She ordered as Layla quickly got to her feet. "While I give ya'll nasty ass the damn hard time I know you can handle!"
"Fucking my ass already?? 'Chelle! You know how to treat me right!" Layla grinned and watched the burly biker move to rest on the floor of his workshop with that fat rod pointed up at the roof. "Get ready, babe! This is a ride that's gonna be even better than any of your bikes!" She vowed and moved down to mount him cowgirl style with the space available thanks to her Jeans being down at her thighs.
"Looking forward to it, honey..." Joe smiled and admired her frame as she sank. With a slight tilt to watch as McCool approached her whore from behind and pushed the strap-on cock into El's thick backside to continue the bisexual three-way.
"OOOOOOOOH FUCK!!" Despite being told to ride, Layla barely got the chance to shift by herself when the thrusts kicked off into both of her snug lower holes. Even with the previous banging that her snatch had taken, her love tunnel was still nice and tight around the fat length of the bull she was on top of as he thrust firmly in and out. While from behind, her thick backside was gradually split open as McCool used just the 'lube' of her fellow Diva's spit to fuck that fine ass. Pumps that made the dazzling, expensive buckles of the thick belt that both wore jangle as McCool thrust slowly in and out and made that plump booty jiggle. "FUCK! OH YESSSSSSSS!! MMMMM! FUCK ME... AHHHH! MMMMM! FUCK ME LIKE THE NASTY SLUT I AM! MMMMM!" She happily begged as her hands stroked over the broad chest of the man she was on top of and her eyes were closed with a tilt of the head to show how much she loved being fucked and double-teamed, unlike any moves that the Moroccan and Spanish-descended beauty had ever taken in the ring.
"MMMM... You've got the damn fine taste... AHHHH... In friends, sweetheart..." Joe teased with a smirk as he spoke to McCool but kept his focus on Layla with his eyes glued to her big tits that sexily bounced in time with her jolts on his thick rod. His pace was stiff and swift to bury himself up into that hot, wet pussy that in turn clamped around him as she bucked on his pumps. Jolts from the earrings to the necklace she wore and the clang of her belt as she got bounced up on his rod, just to drop down and push back to take the pumps from Michelle into her ass. His thick American dick had made quite the home for itself inside the Englishwoman's damp tunnel and his efforts were rewarded not just with pleasure for them both, but the shine of sweat that formed on Layla's partially clothed body as strands of her hair now fell out of place and got stuck across her beautiful face.
"AHHHH! I could say... MMMM! The same about you havin'... MMMM! Good taste, wantin' a piece of us, sugar! MMMM!" McCool similarly had drops of sweat across her body while her nicely sized tits jiggled freely thanks to her open top as she worked her slim and sexy frame back and forth to fuck her Co-Championship partner from the back and stuff that juicy rear full of fake dick. The pace got her in so deep that those cheeks soon slapped into the harness she wore and in turn further stimulated the blonde with the grinds into her wet snatch. "AHHHH! So you'd... MMMM! Better not... AHHHH! Disappoint either of us! MMMM!" She added and made it sound like she'd changed her tune about this even being a competition, perhaps an admission of defeat about how good this hunk was at satisfying sports entertainers like them. For now, though, she pumped briskly in and out of Layla's thick rear and kept the moans going. Even as her accessories jingled to go with her belt buckle.
