Asshole Fever: Sex yacht on the high seas

Tittyfuck and Bimboslut (or as the world anal knew them, Victoria and Lily) were prancing around the living room in their slutty, French maid outfits. The two Asian beauties, both slender and graceful with long legs and dusky-olive skin, looked so Big Tits hot in their outfits. They had low-cut bodices with white lace ties. Their skirts were so short when they bent over you could see that they weren't wearing anything beneath. Bimboslut bent over, flashing her tight snatch at me as she dusted, a giggle bursting from her lips. She wiggled her ass back and forth while her twin sister, Tittyfuck, leaned over, letting me see down her dress. They had both big breasts, which look so hot on their petite frames. They were pop stars represented by the company my dad worked for. Like ordered, he procured them and a number of other famous hotties to grace Billy's bed. Their celebrity sex tapes were all over the internet now. All save these two. Billy kept his two favorite starlets. They were “on Brunette vacation” now for months. “Billy wants you,” I groaned, my dick so hard now. “Mmm, but you want us, too,” Bimboslut said, sliding her feather duster up her thighs to brush the lips of her pussy. “You do, you naughty pervert,” Tittyfuck purred, her hands squeezing her big tits. The material of her bodice slipped and a dark-brown nipple popped out, hard and erect. “Yes,” I whimpered, my dick so hard. “Too bad,” Bimboslut blonde said, standing erect, her skirt falling over her rump. “We're all Billy's now.” “No titty fucks for you,” Tittyfuck purred as she outdoor sauntered past me, her nipple thrusting out of her bodice still. “You can go spank your pathetic cock in your bedroom.” “It's so nasty in your room,” Bimboslut said, hooking her twin sister's arm. They swept up the stairs, their black hair swaying like silk behind them. It was the pain she was missing, and the sudden surprise blonde of agony in her tits Big Tits and pussy pushed her over the edge. “Who’s the new VP then?” “Mrs, Minx,” I groaned, whimpering. “I know, Justin!” she moaned. “Why did you come here tonight? I do not want you to expose yourself to something that Brunette might be a threat. That was until late afternoon when I started to get a bit restless and bored. “Yeah,” I said, staring at the image of the bombshell hottie on my phone. I thought that Weber must have been paid by the hour because he anal talked and talked while outdoor saying next to nothing. I wanted every boy in the school for one reason or another. “Huh?