Gina Knox: Space Spy Fox

At this, she opened her mouth and planted it forwards decisively. Her lips engulfed the shiny head, and Nick’s gigantic cockend plugged her throat nosily.

‘Fucking slut,’ Nick said hoarsely, looking down as the gorgeous whore on her haunches impaled her face on his immense fuckstick and tried to open her throat to allow more of his monstrous length into her gullet. Inexorably, Dixxxie slid her head further forwards, her face slowly consuming inch after inch of his arm-thick length, and Nick grunted as he saw how distorted the beautiful slut’s features had become as she started sucking him off. Her ripe pink lips had been curved into a gigantic donut around the end of his bulky bell-end, both of which were attenuated into thinner, elastic rings from the strain. The further she went down his massive rod, the more her throat inflated, and he could see the curved brim of his crown traverse in reverse down her bulging neck.

There were still a good ten inches of his gleaming monster length outside of Dixxxie’s mouth, however. The slut’s ministrations were hoover like and sensually incredible. Since her mouth was completely full and Nick was momentarily deprived of the opportunity for conversation or finding anything out about his new companion, he instead closed his eyes and reflected on his situation. He had landed with difficulty on this god-damn planet, schlepped from pillar to post like a god damn beast of burden, somehow found his way here, to this strange, backwards, tin-pot hive city. So far it had been a drag. So it was a real turn up for the books to meet this contact. Finally, things were looking up. Things were looking very good indeed. In fact, he was liking this mission more and more all the time –

‘Did somebody say ‘Monstercock?”’ came a voice that was at once seductively husky but at the same time couched in a sort of little-girl drawl. Nick opened his eyes.

One of the doors to the back of the car had been opened and shut. Startled out of his reverie by the impactful sound, Nick couldn’t at first believe what he was seeing. Accompanied by the metallic sound of someone clambering onto it, a woman had mounted the hood of the car, and was currently stripper-squatting on it, wearing nothing but a black thong bikini to go with a pair of clear, stacked stripped sandals with eight inch soles. Her hands were running down her amazing body, clasping her inconceivably huge pair of globe-like tits, her rock-hard midriff and the soaked, puffy mound of her thong-wrapped pussy.

Knowing that she had got Nick’s attention, the blonde then leaned forward so she was on all fours, licking her puffed-up bimbo lips while salaciously twerking her ass one plump, juicy rump cheek at a time, back and forth, one then the other in a quick rhythm. The thin thong slicing between her cheeks only served to accentuate how large and bubbly each one was.

‘Don’t mind me, handsome, I’m just enjoying the show,’ the girl intoned, ‘my name’s Kiki. Kiki Minx.’

Nick could answer with no more than a ‘nng…’ sound.

‘Looks like you’ve already met Dixxxie,’ Kiki continued. ‘When you’ve finished with her, will you fuck my whore ass?’

Kiki winked at Nick, her every muscle and sinew gleaming and exposed in the black bikini, and began to twerk and booty-clap in time with the rhythm of Dixxxie’s noisy attempts to consume the entirety of Nick’s length. She opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at Nick as her bubble-butt cheeks met each other. Nick groaned once more. It was a good job his new acquaintances were impressed with the size of his dick, because he wasn’t coming across as much of a conversationalist at the moment. Kiki had a huge, perfect ass, and he was torn between watching every detail as she lewdly worked it like a hot stripper and between watching Dixxxie’s anaconda-like attempt to engulf his monster cock. With each twitch of her hips, the twin bowling-ball protrusions of Kiki’s buttocks spread apart, revealing the thin strip of her thong hugged tight to her pussy and asshole, only to come crashing back together with a satisfying jiggling impact. She looked back over her shoulder at Nick, smouldering at him over the gorgeous, toned landscape of her arched back, licking her fat dick-sucker lips with unconcealed desire. A diamond stud in her nose dazzled in the neon lights of the nearby flats. Nick’s dick felt even more like a length of steel, and as he looked down her could see that Dixxxie was now on her knees in front of him and he could see her ass as well. The rear of the salacious denim shorts was worn through completely, each curvy ass cheek covered only by three or four horizontal strands of denim, separating her twin mounds of buttflesh into bulging compartments. Every detail of her pussy was plain as day through the ragged, ultra-high-cut leg holes of her denim shorts.

This job was looking up.