Swingers Bar

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Mr. Salty's isn't indeed a place, so much as it is a state of mind, but if it had to be compared to an earthly realm, it would probably view a lot like Las Vegas. Both are places of pleasure, fantasy, and reckless abandon. Salty's recent prey is comely Gia Dimarco, a knockout who's been around, but hasn't expert anything fairly like a tour into Salty's world. As she is driven around town, snapping naughty snaps of her naughty bits, she comes upon a mysterious doorway she can't help but explore. She climbs the dark stairway up towards the sink into a faint moaning sounds that get louder as she reaches the top of the stairs. Gia is beckoned down a shadowy hallway by a steady of studs stringing up out in the doorways as she passes. From the ever-loudening bellows of gusto she can now evidently hear, Gia knows utter well what is going on in these pitch dark-hued rooms-- the most sordid, sleazy, lusty, sweat-soaked orgy imaginable. All of a sudden Gia yearns to be a part of it as she circles the stage at the center of the backroom. She has become the center of attention for the shadowy strangers encircling her as she taunts them before taking center stage. Bored with just taking images inbetween her thighs, Salty's decadent atmosphere has made Gia want to show these mysterious fellows the real thing. She starts a sensuous striptease before one of the masculine subjects of Salty's pub approaches her and vibrates her to a point of never before expert by Gia in the standard world. Defeat with passion, she can't help but extract his pulsing schlong and stroke it. Felling it pulse in her forearm isn't enough. She had to have it in her mouth, but in Salty's world, one is never enough. Gia hastily finds herself encircled by beefsticks and senses a searing need to suck them all! One after another, they push in and out of her jaws as Gia bobs inbetween a river of stiff pillars encircling her. Struggling to stay afloat, Gia is escorted to a bench where she lays on her back. No trying to catch her breath, though, because she gets throat-fucked upside-down like never before. Her suitors line up to use her windpipe as a schlong sleeve for their own pleasure. Tiny do they know, however, that Gia is enjoying it even more than they are. After getting her throat torn up open broader than the Grand Canyon, Gia gets back on her knees and gets well-prepped for a waterfall of cum to rain down on her face. Three, four, five, six...Gia loses count of the number of money-shots dribbling down her face and onto her ginormous chest. Leisurely her gentlemen fall away, leaving Gia a cream-covered filth all alone in Mr. Salty's lair. Sexually freed by her practice there, Gia doesn't perceive the need to neat up before heading back out to her normal life. She parades back out onto the street, facialed with the dried sperm of her nameless accomplices in lust. Anywhere else, this might be considered strange behavior, but in Salty's world, everyone can be free-for-all to their kink proudly. Gia steps back into her car and snaps several images of her cum-soaked face before the memory of what happened at Mr. Salty's fades. She is driven off into the distance, knowing one day she will return to this place where darkest wishes become reality...