In a Cabin of Emerald and Amber
# Sidereal Hunger The cabin was a throat of shadow and crimson light, breathing with the slow pulse of the ship’s engines cutting through the Caribbean night. Vanessa leaned against the cool edge of the dresser, the single glass of champag
Chapter 1
The cabin was a throat of shadow and crimson light, breathing with the slow pulse of the ship’s engines cutting through the Caribbean night. Vanessa leaned against the cool edge of the dresser, the single glass of champagne a warm anchor in her palm. Her dress, a slick membrane of emerald silk, clung to the thick curve of her hips, a deliberate echo of the sea outside. She watched her own reflection, the dark pool of her brown eyes, and felt the ghost of Julian’s gaze on her skin, a familiar and proprietary heat.
Across the room, Julian nursed his bourbon, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it. The heavy ink of his tattoos snaked across his broad shoulders, visible where his linen shirt lay open. A muscle feathered in his jaw as he observed Casey. It wasn’t jealousy; it was a master’s appraisal. The little man had wandered into their orbit three hours ago, a lone satellite of coiled muscle and polished dark skin. He stood just beyond the balcony doors, his bald head catching the moonlight, his diminutive but immaculate body a paradox of dense power and exquisite detail.
Casey looked back, his shyness a palpable force that twisted into something flirty, a tentative smile tugging at his full lips and dimpling his cheek. His long fingers traced the railing. Vanessa had noticed those fingers first, the way they moved with a pianist’s grace, and the heavy, tempting outline straining the front of his tailored shorts. She’d imagined them later, against her skin, a thought that sent a liquid shiver down her spine.
Julian saw the shiver. He always did. He took a slow, deliberate sip of bourbon, his eyes never leaving Casey’s. “It’s a big ocean,” he said, his voice a low rumble, a perfectly engineered vibration that cut through the hum of the ship. “Funny how we all end up in the same small corner of it.”
Casey turned fully, his brown eyes a study in gentle defiance. He knew he was being consumed. He wanted to be. “Some corners,” he replied, his voice a surprising baritone, smooth as aged rum, “feel more like the center of the universe.”
The air thickened. This wasn’t casual conversation. It was a negotiation, and the only currency was nerve. Vanessa, the playful and adventurous heart of their duo, broke the stalemate. She set her glass down with a gentle click, the sound a starting pistol. She walked, a slow, rolling gait that emphasized the juicy curve of her ass, to where Julian stood. She placed a hand on his chest, a gesture of solidarity and shared intent, but her eyes were on Casey.
“We’ve got a better view in our room,” she said, her tone a hushed, seductive dare. The statement hung in the air, raw and unvarnished. It wasn’t an invitation to look at the stars.
The walk back to their suite was a silent procession of forbidden electricity. Every step was amplified. The soft shuffle of Casey’s feet just behind them, the faint, clean scent of his skin—sandalwood and the salt of the sea—was a form of foreplay. Once inside, the heavy teak door clicked shut, sealing their pact. The room was a soundproof world unto itself.
Without a word, Casey lowered himself onto the edge of the California king bed, his posture a strange mix of submission and confident curiosity. Julian moved behind Vanessa, his body a warm, solid wall at her back. He didn’t touch her, not yet. He simply breathed her in, his lips a whisper’s breadth from her ear, his breath ghosting over the fine hairs on her neck. She could feel the heat of him, the promise of his long, skilled fingers.
Across from them, Casey watched, his chest rising and falling with quickened breath. His gaze was a physical caress, tracing the swell of Vanessa’s full breasts under the green silk, the curve where her waist flared into her hips. He saw Julian’s possessive stance, the dark ink on his skin a stark contrast against the white of his shirt.
“She’s something, isn’t she?” Julian murmured, his voice for Casey but his breath for Vanessa. A bolt of pure, shameful pleasure arced through her. This was the raw edge they craved.
Casey’s nod was slow, his full lips parting. “A masterpiece.”
Julian’s hands finally moved, not for possession, but for presentation. He ghosted his long fingers down the zipper of Vanessa’s dress, the rasp of the metal a deafening announcement. He pushed the silk from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there, a study in curves and contrasts—the pale swell of her heavy breasts, the dramatic flare of her hips, the smooth expanse of her shaved sex, all set against the dark, swirling ink of her tattoos. Under the dim lights, the small insecurities of her belly became a soft, alluring canvas, a place to grip, a proof of flesh and blood.
A low, appreciative groan rumbled from Casey’s chest. Julian stepped away, a director ceding the stage. He went to stand by the dresser, his role shifting from lover to voyeur, the stakes of their game suddenly real and unbearably sharp. He would watch his wife, his hotwife, with another man.
Casey didn’t rush. He rose and walked towards Vanessa, his 4’8” frame bringing him eye-level with the sweet curve of her hips. He didn’t look up, not yet. He reached out, placing his long fingers on the dip of her waist, a gesture of pure reverence. His touch was electric, a circuit closing. Vanessa’s breath hitched. He wasn’t just touching her; he was reading her body like braille, learning the language of her desire. It was the most extended, exquisite foreplay she had ever known, a silent, raw communion observed by the man who knew her best, turning a shy adventurer’s fantasy into a breathtaking, imminent reality.
Chapter 2
Julian’s voice cut through the humid air, low and certain. “Enjoy her, Casey. She’s all yours.”
Casey’s dimple deepened as he looked up at Vanessa, his brown eyes burning with a shy hunger. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he said, his hands finding the generous flare of her hips. Because he stood only four-foot-eight, his face was perfectly level with her shaved pussy. No kneeling, no bending. Just a man, a hot mouth, and a promised feast.
He leaned in without preamble and dragged his tongue up her slit, slow and slippery. Vanessa gasped, her knees threatening to give. “Oh fuck, Casey,” she moaned, her fingers gripping the back of his bald head. His full lips sealed around her clit, sucking a steady rhythm that made her belly clench.
Julian stepped closer, one hand curling around Vanessa’s throat from behind, not squeezing, just holding. “You like that, baby?” he murmured against her ear. “Tell him how good his tongue feels.”
“So good,” she whined. “God, Casey, don’t stop.”
Casey pulled back just enough to speak, his lips slick. “Relax for me, Vanessa. Let me show you what these fingers can do.” He slid one long, elegant finger inside her, pressing upward with an uncanny precision. His fingers were disproportionately long for his frame—unnaturally so—and he curled them against her front wall, finding her G-spot like he’d mapped it in a dream.
“There,” he whispered, watching her face contort. “Right there, sweetheart.”
He added a second finger, then a third, stretching her wide and deep as he worked that spongy bundle of nerves. The wet sounds filled the room. Julian’s grip on her throat tightened just enough for her to feel claimed. “That’s it, Casey. Fuck her with those fingers. Make her feel things I can’t reach.”
Casey obliged, pumping into her with a depth that stole her breath, his knuckles grinding against her internal ridge. Vanessa’s moans turned ragged, her hips bucking against his hand. She was climbing, climbing, but not there yet—and Casey kept her teetering on the edge of something massive, each stroke a promise of more to come.
Chapter 3
“Turn around, baby,” Julian growled, his voice thick with command. “Let him taste that juicy ass.”
Vanessa whimpered, her body already trembling from Casey’s relentless tongue. She pulled away from his mouth with a wet pop, her clit throbbing, abandoned at the peak. “Julian, I was so close,” she breathed, but she was already turning, her thick cheeks jiggling as she bent forward, presenting herself.
Casey’s eyes went wide, his full lips glistening with her slick. “Goddamn,” he whispered, staring at the plush curve of her ass. “You want me to eat this pretty asshole, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Vanessa moaned, gripping the sheets. “Please, Casey. Taste me there.”
Julian circled to the side, his small cock straining against his linen pants, his hand absently gripping his own excess skin. “Watch him, Vanessa. Feel every inch of that tongue.”
Casey didn’t hesitate. He spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, puckered hole, and dragged the flat of his tongue from her dripping pussy all the way up her crack. Vanessa cried out, her back arching. “Oh fuck, that’s so dirty.”
“Dirty is what you need,” Casey murmured against her skin, and then he speared his tongue inside her asshole, wiggling the tip with expert precision.
Vanessa bucked backward, her moans turning into keening whines. Julian stepped closer, mesmerized by the sight of another man’s face buried between his wife’s thick cheeks. “You love that, don’t you? Tell him.”
“I love it,” she gasped. “I love your tongue in my ass, Casey.”
Casey pulled back, breathing hard, and stood up. He fumbled with his tailored shorts, and when he freed his cock, the room seemed to hold its breath. It was a monster—a heavy, thick, ten-inch slab of dark meat that swung down with a meaty slap against Vanessa’s upturned ass cheeks.
“Holy shit,” Julian breathed, genuine shock cracking his dominant façade. “That’s… that’s a fucking weapon.”
Vanessa felt the weight of it resting on her flesh, the heat of him branding her skin. She looked back over her shoulder, her brown eyes widening. “Casey… oh my god. It’s so big. How does that even fit on your body?”
Casey grinned, that shy dimple appearing, but his voice was pure, confident hunger. “It fits where it needs to, Vanessa. Now, what do you want me to do with this heavy cock on your gorgeous ass?”
Chapter 4
Vanessa’s fingers wrapped around Julian’s thickness, her grip deliberately possessive as she twisted to look back at Casey. “Stretch my pussy with that huge dick,” she breathed, her voice dripping with raw need. “I want to feel how a midget with a monster dick fucks me.”
Julian groaned, his cock throbbing in her palm, the taboo of her words igniting something primal. “Dirty fucking girl,” he growled, his hand cupping her chin, keeping her face angled toward him.
Casey’s shyness evaporated into a dark, hungry grin. “You asked for it, sweetheart.” He spat a thick glob of saliva into his palm, slicking up his ten inches of heavy meat with long, deliberate strokes. The wet sound filled the suite, obscene and promising. He lined up behind her, his bald head barely reaching the small of her back, but his cock was a bloated anaconda pressing against her soaked folds.
He pushed. The flared head of his cock forced past her entrance, stretching her lips obscenely, and two inches sank inside before a wall of tight, quivering resistance stopped him cold. Vanessa’s pussy clamped down on the intrusion—a velvet vise, too snug, too shocked by the sheer girth. Her eyes flew wide, a scream building in her throat.
She didn’t let it free. Instead, she shoved Julian’s dick deep into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks with his flesh, muffling her own wail as Casey’s monster bullied into her from behind. Her throat vibrated around him, a guttural, choked noise of overwhelming fullness.
Julian’s hips bucked, his head falling back. “Fuck, Mel… you’re choking on me while he’s splitting you open. That’s my good little slut.”
Casey stilled, his heavy balls resting against her thighs, his breath ragged. “Goddamn, you’re tight. I’ve only got my head and two inches in, and you’re already squeezing me like a fist.” He stroked her hips, his long fingers dimpling her soft, juicy ass. “Relax, Vanessa. Let me in deeper or I’ll never get to wreck this pussy the way you need.”
She whimpered around Julian’s cock, her tongue working the underside of his shaft as she fought to unclench. Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears of sensory overload. Her ass pushed back against Casey, a silent, desperate invitation for more—every nerve ending screaming for the stretch she’d demanded, every inch a promise she craved to keep.
Chapter 5
Casey pulled out with a wet, sucking sound, his heavy ten-inch cock glistening in the dim light. Vanessa whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing.
“Hold up,” Julian grunted, already crossing to the nightstand. He snatched a bottle of lube and tossed it to Casey. “Use it. I want her soaked enough to take that fucking monster.”
Casey caught it one-handed, a sly grin dimpling his cheek. “Yes, sir.” He slicked his dick with a few long, slow strokes, the clear gel mixing with her juices. Then he rubbed a generous amount over Vanessa’s swollen pussy lips, his long fingers pressing inside her just enough to spread the cool slickness. “There you go, sweetheart. Nice and ready.”
Julian undressed quickly, his compact, muscular body a canvas of dark ink. He stepped behind Vanessa and tangled his fingers in her curly red hair, pulling her head back. “Open wide, baby. You’re going to choke on my dick while he wrecks that pussy.” He shoved his thick five-inch cock past her full lips, filling her mouth with salty heat.
Vanessa moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as Casey lined up behind her. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance. “You want all of it?” Casey asked, his voice thick with hunger.
She nodded frantically, spit dripping down her chin.
Casey drove forward, burying eight inches of his monster dick inside her in one brutal, gorgeous thrust. The stretch was impossibly deep—her walls clamped down and then *convulsed*. A scream caught in her throat, muffled by Julian’s flesh, as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around Casey’s girth, hot and violent, making her buck backward onto his cock. “Fuck!” she wailed around Julian’s dick, her entire body shaking.
Julian groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. “That’s it, cum on his big dick, you dirty slut.”
Casey held still, feeling her milk him, his balls drawn tight. “Goddamn, Vanessa… you’re squeezing me so hard. I can feel every pulse.” He leaned forward, his short frame pressing against her ass, his voice a whisper against her lower back. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter 6
Casey's rhythm didn't falter as he drove eight thick inches into Vanessa's soaked pussy. He looked over his shoulder at Julian, his full lips curling into a wicked grin. "Come over here so I can suck your dick as I fuck your wife. You can watch me stretch her out."
Julian's eyes darkened with lust. He grabbed Vanessa's curly red hair and shoved his cock as deep as it would go, feeling her throat spasm and choke around him. Her muffled gag was wet and desperate. He held there for a heartbeat, then pulled out completely, leaving her gasping, a strand of spit connecting her bottom lip to his glistening tip.
He walked around the bed to where Casey waited, his compact, muscular body still pistoning into Vanessa's pussy. Casey reached out with those long, graceful fingers and grabbed Julian's thick five-inch cock. He didn't hesitate—he pulled it straight into his mouth, his full lips sealing around the shaft as he sucked hard.
"Fuck," Julian groaned, his hand going to the back of Casey's bald head. "Your mouth is incredible."
Casey moaned around Julian's dick, the vibration making Julian's knees weak. At the same time, Casey drove his full ten inches into Vanessa, every last inch burying deep inside her stretched pussy. The dual sensation—his mouth full of one husband, his monster cock wrecking the wife—pushed him into a frenzy.
Vanessa screamed, her pussy clamping down in a violent, uncontrollable orgasm. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming so hard!" Her whole body shook, her juicy ass slamming back against Casey's hips as waves of pleasure ripped through her. She could feel every vein of his massive dick pulsing inside her, stretching her wider than she'd ever been.
Julian watched his wife come undone on another man's cock while that same man sucked his dick with expert skill. The visual was devastating—Casey's dark skin against Vanessa's brown curves, his small but powerful body driving into her, her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
Casey pulled off Julian's cock with a wet pop, still fucking Vanessa through her orgasm. "Your wife's pussy is squeezing me so tight," he panted, looking up at Julian. "You like watching me destroy her?"
Chapter 7
"Get on all fours," Julian commanded, his voice thick with authority. "Show Casey that pretty ass."
Vanessa scrambled onto the rumpled sheets, her thick thighs spreading as she lowered her chest to the mattress. The position arched her spine, pushing her juicy ass high—an offering, warm and trembling. Casey crawled behind her, his compact frame a coiled spring of muscle, and those long piano fingers wrapped around the flaring curve of her hips.
"Look at that," Casey breathed, running his thumb down the slick seam of her pussy. "Already dripping for me again."
He notched his fat, dark head against her swollen entrance and shoved forward. Ten thick inches slid home in one brutal thrust. Vanessa's scream tore into the pillow, her fingers clawing the sheets as every inch of Casey's monster dick pressed against her G-spot and beyond.
"Fuck me harder! I need to feel you gaping me open!" she howled, throwing her ass back to meet his next drive.
Casey grunted, his hips snapping forward as he gripped her waist with both hands. "That's it—take it all. Fucking take it."
The wet slap of their collision filled the cabin, a filthy rhythm that echoed off the walls. Casey's heavy balls swung against her clit with each plunge, while Vanessa's hole stretched obscenely around the base of his cock. Julian stood at the edge of the bed, stroking his own thick five inches as he watched his wife lose herself on another man's giant length.
Then he stepped forward, grabbed the back of Casey's bald head, and buried his cock deep into the smaller man's open mouth.
Casey moaned around the sudden invasion, spit already slicking Julian's shaft as he suctioned hard. Julian began to pump, his hips driving in short, brutal strokes while Casey's own body kept pistoning into Vanessa with relentless force.
"Yeah," Julian growled, staring down at the sight of his wife's cunt gaping around Casey's massive pole. "Suck that dick while you ruin her. Suck it."
Vanessa lifted her head just enough to glance back. The sight of her husband's thighs framing Casey's dark shoulders—Casey's mouth stuffed full of cock while he simultaneously wrecked her pussy—sent a shame-soaked thrill through every nerve. She arched deeper, desperate for more of that sweet, aching stretch.
"Don't stop, Casey! I can feel you in my fucking stomach!" she cried, the words slurring into a raw, animalian moan.
Casey couldn't answer. His throat was full of Julian, but his cock never missed a beat—pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back to the root. The room stank of sex: sweat, spit, slick pussy juice, and the faint salt of their earlier shared heat. The bed frame groaned. Somewhere beyond the cabin walls, the ship's engine hummed its deep, indifferent thrum.
Julian pulled his cock from Casey's mouth with a wet pop, letting the man gasp. "Switch," he said, voice ragged with lust. "Vanessa—turn around. I want to see your face while you ride him."
Chapter 8
"Don't you fucking stop," Julian growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the humid cabin air. "Keep that monster buried in her while I take what I want."
Casey didn't falter. His hips kept their brutal rhythm, that thick ten-inch pole gliding through Vanessa's soaked pussy with obscene, wet schlucks that filled every corner of the room. Vanessa's red curls bounced wildly as she threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.
"God, yes—both of you—fuck!"
Julian dropped to his knees behind Casey's compact, muscular frame. His dark eyes fixed on the sight before him: his wife's cunt stretched wide around another man's cock while that same man's tight, round ass sat poised and ready. He gripped Casey's juicy cheeks with both hands and spread them apart, exposing the tight pucker hidden between.
"Been thinking about this since you walked onto this ship," Julian admitted, his breath hot against Casey's hole.
Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue flat across that tight ring of muscle.
Casey gasped, his rhythm stuttering for just a moment before instinct kicked back in. "Oh fuck—oh shit—"
"You like that?" Julian growled between long, hungry licks, spit pooling as he worked his tongue deeper into Casey's virgin hole. "You like getting your ass eaten while you wreck my wife?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Casey cried out, his long fingers digging into Vanessa's thick hips hard enough to bruise.
Vanessa could feel it—the tremor in Casey's body translating through his cock buried inside her, the way his thrusts became erratic when Julian hit just the right spot. She pushed back against him, her juicy ass slapping against his pelvis.
"You feel that? My husband's tongue in your ass while you're in my pussy?"
Julian pulled back just long enough to line himself up. He spat onto his five-inch dick—not that it needed more slick after what he'd just done—and pressed the head against Casey's spit-slick entrance.
"Take it."
He shoved forward.
Casey howled as Julian's thick inch split him open, his compact body going rigid between them. For one suspended moment, all three were connected: Julian buried deep in Casey's guts, Casey impaling Vanessa on ten thick inches of dark meat, Vanessa pushing back to take every last millimeter.
"Fuuuuck—I can feel you throbbing inside him!" Vanessa screamed.
The blasphemy of it crashed over them in waves—Mexican husband inside black midget inside red-haired wife—a chain of forbidden pleasure that pulsed through every nerve ending shared between their connected bodies.
Julian began to move first, short brutal jabs that forced Casey deeper into Vanessa with every thrust.
Chapter 9
"Fuck—fuck me harder, both of you!" Vanessa screamed, her voice cracking as Julian slammed forward into Casey's guts.
The chain reaction was immediate and brutal. Julian's five thick inches burrowed deep, forcing Casey's ten-inch monster to plunge further into Vanessa's soaked cunt. She felt it in her throat, that impossible fullness stretching her wide.
"Yeah? You want it harder?" Julian growled, pulling back just enough to hammer forward again.
Casey cried out, his compact body jerking between them. "Shit—I can feel you in my stomach—"
The rhythm turned savage. Julian fucked into Casey with short, punishing strokes while Casey pistoned into Vanessa's pussy. The cabin filled with the obscene symphony of slapping flesh and guttural moans.
Then it happened.
On a particularly brutal thrust, Julian drove forward as Casey pulled back. The angle shifted—just slightly—and Casey's massive cock slipped free of Vanessa's pussy with a wet pop. Before anyone could react, his momentum carried him forward again and that thick, swollen head pressed against the tight pucker of her asshole.
"Wait—!" Vanessa gasped.
But physics didn't care. Casey's ten inches, slick with her own juices, punched through her virgin asshole in one devastating stroke.
Vanessa's scream tore through the cabin. Not just pain—though there was plenty of that, a burning stretch that whitewashed her vision—but something deeper. Something primal. Her ass had never been filled with anything so huge, and her body didn't know whether to fight or surrender.
"HOLY FUCK!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "IT'S IN MY ASS—OH GOD IT'S IN MY ASS!"
Casey froze, buried to the hilt in her forbidden channel. "Shit—I didn't mean to—"
"Don't you fucking stop," Vanessa sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure and pain warred inside her. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
Julian leaned forward, watching his wife's ass stretch obscenely around another man's monster cock. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with dark pride. "Taking all ten inches in that tight little hole."
"It hurts," she whimpered, even as she pushed back against the intrusion.
"I know baby," Julian growled. "But you're gonna take it anyway."
Chapter 10
"Don't you fucking stop," Julian growled. He grabbed Casey's muscular hips, fingers digging into the dark skin. "Fuck her ass harder."
Casey whimpered but obeyed, pulling back until just the swollen head of his ten-inch cock stretched Vanessa's rim. Then he slammed forward, burying himself to the heavy balls.
"OH FUCK!" Vanessa screamed, her asshole gaping obscenely around the massive intrusion. "I can feel it in my stomach!"
Julian watched his wife's ruined hole swallow another man's monster cock. His own five inches throbbed, slick with pre-cum. He reached forward and spread Casey's muscular ass cheeks wide, revealing the tight, dark pucker between them.
"My turn," Julian muttered.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against Casey's virgin hole. The midget gasped, his rhythm faltering inside Vanessa's ass.
"Keep fucking her," Julian commanded. "Don't you dare slow down."
Casey resumed pounding Vanessa's gaping ass as Julian pushed forward. The tight ring of muscle resisted, then surrendered. Julian's five inches burrowed deep into Casey's guts in one brutal thrust.
"SHIT!" Casey cried out, his body trembling between them. "Oh fuck—you're in my ass—"
Vanessa craned her neck, watching her husband's cock disappear into Casey's muscular body. The sight sent a fresh flood of arousal gushing down her thighs. Her husband was fucking another man while that man fucked her asshole.
"Look at you," she moaned, voice wrecked with lust. "Look at my husband fucking you, Casey. Taking his cock like a good little slut."
Julian grinned, sweat dripping down his Mexican features. He slammed into Casey's tight hole, each thrust pushing Casey deeper into Vanessa's ruined ass.
"You like watching me fuck him, baby?" Julian growled. "You like seeing your husband's cock in another man's ass?"
"Yes—fuck yes—don't stop—both of you fuck me harder—"
The cabin filled with the obscene symphony of three bodies colliding, skin slapping skin, guttural moans and desperate cries echoing off the walls. Casey was trapped between them, impaled and impaling, completely dominated.
"I'm gonna—" Casey gasped. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You'll take it," Julian snarled, fucking into him harder. "You'll take every inch while you wreck my wife's asshole. That's what you're good for, isn't it? A perfect little fuck toy for both of us."
Vanessa met her husband's eyes over Casey's trembling body. The raw, bisexual intensity of the moment consumed her completely—her husband dominating another man, claiming him, while she watched and felt every brutal thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Please—fuck him harder while he fucks me—I need to feel it—"
Chapter 11
Julian's hips slammed forward in a brutal rhythm, watching Casey's muscular dark cheeks bounce back against his pelvis with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the cabin, wet and obscene.
"Take that cock," Julian snarled, fingers digging into Casey's hips hard enough to bruise. "Scream for me, you little fuck toy."
Casey's voice cracked into a high-pitched wail as Julian's five inches pounded his prostate relentlessly. "FUCK! I'm gonna—I can't—"
"Do it," Julian commanded, slamming deeper. "Cum in my wifes stretched out as while I wreck your tight hole."
With a shattered sream, Casey's body convulseded. His heavy balls tightened and his ten inches jerked inside Vanessa's gaping as, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep into her ruined hole. His arms gave out and he collapsed forward onto the bed, his big limp cock slipping out of Vanessa with a wet, lewd sound.
But Julian didn't stop. He followed Casey down, driving into him from behind, fucking the midget's muscular as hard and fast while Casey lay sprawled, whimpering and oversensitive.
Vanessa watched it all, propped on her elbows, her massive tits swaying as she pinched her own nipples. Her ashol gaped, leaking Casey's cum down onto the tangled sheets. But her pussy—her wet, empty, neglected pussy—ached with desperate need.
"Julian," she moaned, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. "My pussy. My pussy still needs cock."
Julian looked up from where he was fucking Casey into the matress, his dark eyes wild with lust. A cruel grin spread across his bearded face.
"You want this cock in that empty hole, baby?" He slammed into Casey one more time, making the little man scream, then pulled out. His five inches stood thick and glistening, ready. "Beg for it."