Oliver and Isolde lost in their passionate exchange, the room filled with the heat of their intimacy. Oliver's thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping Isolde's hips as he drove into her, each movement a testament to his declaration of love. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, her moans filling the air as her petite frame trembled beneath him. "Fuck, Oliver—yes, harder," she gasped, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his skin.

He obliged, pounding into her shaved pussy with relentless force, the wet slap of their bodies echoing. "You feel so goddamn tight," he growled, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth, biting gently as she arched into him. Her busty tits bounced with each thrust, and he alternated between them, sucking and teasing until she was writhing, her climax building fast.

Isolde's hands clutched his shoulders, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum—fuck, don't stop!" Her walls clenched around him, pulsing as she came, her juices soaking his cock. Oliver groaned, the sensation pushing him to the edge, but he held back, wanting to prolong this moment with her.

Just as he slowed to catch his breath, the door creaked open with a sudden jolt, shattering the intimacy. Both froze, turning toward the sound. Serena stood in the doorway, her voluptuous figure framed by the dim light—milf curves on full display in a tight, sheer nightdress that strained against her huge boobs and thicc thighs, her massive ass swaying as she stepped inside. Her dark hair was wild, and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

"I knew it—you'd be fucking," Serena said, her voice dripping with mock indignation. "And you didn't even think of asking me?"

Oliver stopped mid-thrust, pulling out of Isolde with a wet pop, his cock still rock-hard and glistening. He sat back, panting, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. "I thought yesterday was a spur-of-the-moment thing, Miss Landlady. I didn't figure you'd be so eager to hop back into bed."

Serena retorted, hands on her hips, her tone playful yet challenging. "What do you know? How could I go back to my old self after having such a fuck last night?"

"Hah, ah, indeed," Isolde chimed in, sitting up with a smirk, her nightgown still bunched around her waist, tits heaving.

Oliver shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You should inform me beforehand if you're gonna barge in next time. It's illegal to use a master key in a tenant's room. If you can just waltz in, what about my privacy?"

"What privacy is even left between us now?" Serena shot back with a laugh, then leapt onto the bed, her weight making it creak under her thicc frame. She crawled toward them, her huge boobs swaying, the nightdress riding up to reveal a bushy patch of hair between her thighs—untamed and dark, a stark contrast to Isolde's smoothness.

Oliver's eyes widened, a flicker of curiosity sparking. He didn't hate it—in fact, the idea of hairy play intrigued him. "Well, shit," he muttered, his cock twitching at the sight. "Looks like we're adding a new flavor to this party."

Isolde smirked, adjusting herself beside him. "Seems our landlady's ready to join the fun. Shall we?"

Serena grinned, positioning herself on all fours, her ass high and inviting. "Come on, hero—punish this milf whore for crashing your little love fest." She wiggled her hips, the hairy bush peeking out, daring him to explore.

Oliver moved behind her, hands gripping her thicc thighs, giving her ass a firm spank that sent a ripple through her flesh. "You sneaky slut mother," he growled, delivering another smack, the sound sharp in the room. Her skin reddened under his palm, and she moaned, pushing back against him.

"Harder, you bastard," Serena demanded, her voice husky. He obliged, spanking her again, then grabbed a handful of her wild hair, yanking her head back. She gasped, her huge boobs jiggling as she arched, the motion exposing her hairy cunt, slick and ready.

Isolde slid closer, her petite frame pressing against Oliver's side. "Don't forget me, master," she purred, offering her tits. He leaned down, biting a nipple hard, squeezing the other with his free hand, making her yelp and squirm. "Fuck, yes—bite those slutty tits," she moaned, her clean-shaved pussy grinding against his thigh.

The room filled with their mingled gasps and curses, the air thick with lust. Oliver released Serena's hair, sliding his hand down to explore her bush, fingers tangling in the coarse hair before dipping into her wet folds. "This hairy cunt's gonna be fun to fuck," he muttered, rubbing her clit, making her buck.

Serena laughed, throaty and wild. "Then do it, you horny bastard—fill this milf whore's hole!" She spread her thighs wider, inviting him in, while Isolde reached over to stroke his cock, guiding it toward Serena's entrance.

The tension built, foreplay intensifying, setting the stage for what was to come—each touch and spank a promise of the raw, vulgar threesome about to unfold.

~~~

The air in the room thickened with raw desire as Oliver's fingers delved deeper into Serena's hairy cunt, the coarse bush tickling his knuckles as he teased her swollen clit. Her moans grew louder, a throaty, desperate sound that spurred him on. "You filthy milf whore," he growled, yanking her hair harder, pulling her head back until her huge boobs bounced with the motion. He delivered another sharp spank to her massive ass, the flesh jiggling under his palm, leaving a bright red mark. "This slutty mother needs a good pounding, huh?"

"Fuck yes, you bastard—do it!" Serena gasped, her thicc thighs trembling as she pushed her hairy pussy back toward him, the wet heat of her arousal dripping onto the sheets. Her wild hair swung as she rocked, inviting him to take her.

Isolde, not one to be left out, straddled Oliver's lap, her petite frame pressing against his chest. Her clean-shaved pussy rubbed against his thigh, leaving a slick trail as she leaned in, offering her busty tits. "Master, don't neglect these," she purred, guiding his mouth to a nipple. He bit down hard, teeth sinking into the tender flesh, while his hand squeezed the other, twisting the nipple until she cried out. "Yes—fuck, hurt those slutty tits!"

Oliver groaned, the dual assault on his senses driving him wild. He released Serena's hair, sliding his hand from her bush to grip her hip, positioning his throbbing cock at her entrance. "Gonna fuck this hairy cunt raw," he muttered, thrusting in with one brutal stroke. Her walls clamped around him, tight and wet, the coarse hair brushing his shaft as he buried himself balls-deep. "Shit, you're a tight slut mother!"

Serena screamed, her huge ass bouncing as he pounded her, each thrust punctuated by a spank. "Harder, you cock-hungry bastard—wreck this milf pussy!" Her juices squirted around his cock, soaking his balls, the hairy patch matting with her arousal.

Isolde slid off his lap, moving to kneel beside Serena, her hands roaming the milf's thicc body. She grabbed Serena's massive tits, squeezing them roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Look at these whore tits," Isolde teased, pinching the nipples hard, making Serena moan louder. "Perfect for biting." She leaned down, sinking her teeth into one, sucking and nibbling as Serena writhed.

Oliver reached over, pulling Isolde's white hair, yanking her head back to kiss her fiercely, tongues clashing. "You little slut—love watching me fuck her, don't you?" he snarled, breaking the kiss to spank Serena again, the sound echoing. He alternated between them, spanking Isolde's petite ass next, her skin reddening under his hand.

"Fuck, yes—punish us both!" Isolde moaned, her clean-shaved pussy dripping as she ground against the bed. Oliver released her hair, sliding two fingers into her tight heat, pumping fast while he continued railing Serena. "Take it, you horny bitches—both your cunts are mine!"

Serena's orgasm hit first, her hairy pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as she screamed, "Cum in me, you dirty bastard—fill this milf whore!" Her thicc thighs shook, ass quivering under another spank, the hairy bush soaked with her release.

Oliver pulled out, his cock slick and pulsing, turning to Isolde. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Your turn, you teasing slut," he growled, slamming into her shaved pussy. Her walls gripped him tight, and he pounded her mercilessly, one hand squeezing her tit, the other pulling her hair to arch her back. "Fuck, so tight—gonna breed this cunt!"

Isolde's nails dug into his shoulders, her moans turning to cries. "Yes—fuck me raw, master!" She came hard, her juices gushing around him, her petite body shuddering.

Serena crawled over, her huge boobs dragging across the bed, and latched onto Isolde's other tit, biting and sucking while fingering her own hairy cunt. "Share that cock, you greedy bitch," she panted, her free hand spanking Isolde's ass.

Oliver switched again, pulling out to thrust into Serena's mouth, making her gag on his length. "Suck it clean, you hairy slut mother," he ordered, grabbing her hair to fuck her face. He then moved back to Isolde, entering her ass this time—tight and unyielding—pounding her shithole as she screamed in pleasure.

The room became a blur of vulgarity—spanking, hair-pulling, tit-biting, and nipple-squeezing—each thrust and smack a testament to their unrestrained lust. Oliver alternated between their holes, driven by the potion-fueled stamina, until all three collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, the sheets a mess of their combined release.

"Fuck… best night yet," Oliver panted, pulling them close, their bodies tangled in exhaustion.

Isolde smirked, nuzzling his neck. "You're ours now, master."

Serena laughed, her hand lazily stroking his spent cock. "Round three when you're up, hero."

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