The soft wet lapping of water against the boat echoed the slurping sound of full purple lips rapped around the massive black cock beside him. Though he tried not to openly stare, he was mesmerized by the young female swallowing McKinnie whole. Cheeks stretched to distortion, she rocked her open mouth up and down while her chocolate eyes watered. The swollen veins threatened to pop the flimsy jeweled choker encircling her delicate ebony neck. Her tiny hands laid flat on his oversized muscular thighs balancing her as she drilled down sucking him deeper. Touching her lips to the tiny curls of his pubic bone, her eyes flew open wide as she began to gag. Thrown back from the explosion, she was bathed as the twelve inch cock shot cum into her open mouth and over her face. The white globs slid down the blackness of her smooth cheek. Reaching up to rub in jizz, she winked at him as she licked a droplet from her thick upper lip.
"Yo!" an irritated voice snapped his attention forward. "Are you wanting another dance or to suck his dick?"
The light skinned Hallie Barry look-alike glared at him from over her shoulder. Her full round cheeks still hung over his lap as the black thong disappeared into the slit of her bald cunt. Placing his hands on her ass, he pulled her strap to the side to look at the satin brown inner lips. He ran his finger over the soft skin enjoying the sensation until he dipped deeper into the hole. The bumpy ridges of her dry pussy killed the hard-on the darker sister had created. Pushing the trifling whore off his lap, he tossed her a fifty. He'd wait until McKinnie was done with the Africa Queen.
"Get off me," he replied. "Fucking sandpaper pussy."
He stood up and took the two steps to the door. Behind him, he could hear another player encouraging his "Hallie" to come dance for him. Shaking his head, he ducked through the small frame of the yacht doorway.
In the hallway, half naked beauties smiled at him as they chased each other with cans of Ready whip. One girl, with light brown braids dressed in shells, stopped a few feet in front of him. She giggled before she squirted cream on her left breast. Then, slowly, she licked down the full D cup until she closed her lips over the dark brown nipple. Slipping out wet and erect, she flicked the end. Satisfied with the tease, she sprinted down the hall to the master suite. His cock nudged him forward following the sound of clinking shells.
In the master suite, the shelled girl weaved in out the crowd like an eel. The bulk of his teammates and friends were gathered in the room as some party goers tapped black garbage bags to the floor. One guy, with a southern accent, called everyone's attention to the middle of the room. Distracted by the announcement, she paused within arm's reach. He caught her about the waist. Warm and the color of melted caramel, she wiggled as he scooped her up.
"You wanna play, Troy Williamson?" she chirped in his ear.
"How do you know me?"
"I'm a football fan."
"What's yours?"
"Jamaica."
"For real?" he frowned doubtfully.
"Shanita," she answered looking around. "But don't tell anyone."
"How much to play?" he asked eyeing her bare tits.
"For you," she smiled. "A kiss."
Coco butter filled his nose as he kissed her deeply. Her tongue twisted and danced in his mouth. She tasted sweet like sugar. Breaking the kiss, he scanned the room for a place to take her when the southern accent caught his attention again.
"Gentleman, I present to you, Raven and Destiny, for your all girl viewing pleasure."