Street Interview Turns Stranger Fuck Fest

Street corner. Brick walls, green awning. Three women circle stranger. Pink top blonde bends first, shorts wedged tight on ass. Dark-haired in yellow tank grips mic, tits spilling out. White top girl leans in close. Fabric pulls taut over curves. Hands slide under hems. Sweat beads on skin. Inside log cabin now. Red couch sinks under weight. Booty shorts yanked down. Stranger's grip digs into hips. Soft thighs press hard thighs. One rides forward, denim chafing bare cheeks. Another grinds back, tank top soaked through. Third watches, fingers busy. Stranger meat stretches them wide. Gasps echo off wood panels. Relentless pump by pump. Bodies slick, sticking, sliding.