Erotic Fantasies

Seth hears what gets Rachel Rivers wet and can’t fucking believe it. She wants to be a pirate, the old-school, gunpowder-and-groping kind. Only in her head that ship’s loaded with cocks instead of cannon. She's up on a keg with her top down, sun bouncing off sweat-slick tits while cutlass-wielding slabs pull rank on her. First one shoves her leggings to her knees and takes her from behind hard enough the keg rocks; her moans mix with the slap of skin on skin. Next guy lines her pouty mouth up and she swallows him right to the balls. Between thrusts she’s spinning from dick to dick, skirt up, boots still on, thighs sticky with cum before she’s tasted the last of them. Final piece of this filthy crew bending her over the rail and finishing with a two-finger choke that makes her clench down hard enough he swears he sees stars. Seth’s jaw drops. Rachel doesn’t blink an eye, just asks if he’d mind being “first mate.”