Did you bring a bronzer?

Vash could not contain himself for a long time after his two lionesses wait to give birth so that he decides to take a small trip to the Caribbean beach and enjoy a good time with other of his "lovers" although he is irresponsible is the best way he found to deal with his stressful duty by keeping his father's problems away from other worlds.

Warning this story will contain explicit content scenes 🔥+18 more apart too obsene and many may not like it but it is understandable I just hope that those who like it will enjoy it 😉😏

I repeat explicit content too many scenes for seniors

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Vash's vacation was... more or less exactly as Vash stampede expected the beach vacation to be, honestly. There were literal crowds of people walking down the beach somewhere in the Caribbean, extending as far as the view reached in any direction.

People from all nations, all areas of life, some so exotic that they frowned, and all ready for the party and let go as if they didn't care.

Honestly, because of the way some of them dressed and acted, they didn't really seem to care. The girls were dressed in the smallest bikinis I had ever seen, covering even less skin than Mo-chan's provocative outfit, while all the boys were shirtless although of course they paled with the good body of vash although his prosthetic arm and sicatrices called the face too much. In Japan, people didn't dress with little clothes, oh at least that's what I thought he spent too much time consenting to Artoria and Mordred that he didn't go out much and he saw bikinis once a year at best, and vacations was, in general, a strange concept for someone of a warking origin.

All he saw was the first time, and he had no idea how to take any of that.

Alcohol was distributed as candy, although a quarter of them were not legal to drink. He saw people kissing and caressing each other on the promenade along the beach as if they didn't care if their eyes were on them, leaving a strange view in Vash although it was a good view he didn't enjoy it if he wasn't the one who provoked it.

He was quite sure that he saw that "Colombian flour" was marketed illegally, and he was even more sure that people were also trafficking more illicit substances. One in three people she talked to was drunk or intoxicated, and a fifth was so drugged that she swam in the clouds.

You will never understand the human concept of self-destructing.

It felt like a stone out of place on the strange island of the Caribbean, and acted as little more than a ail. It was only his first day on the island off the coast of this beautiful island, marketed as the spring break destination, and he had just arrived at the beaches after having kept his things in his room, and he already wanted to leave. The sounds, the smells, the shameful and disrespectful actions, all that made him want to mock and find his guests in his room.

"Uhg," he sneered when an obviously drunk boy crashed to his left, almost hitting him in the process. His hand scratched his arm, and he stared at him accusingly before he escaped as he diminished his strength to avoid an accident. "Unpleasant."

"Come on, Vash, have some fun!" said Quetzalcoatl, happily passing an arm around his shoulder and approaching. The breasts pressed against his forearm, and Vash stared at the impressively fleshy mounds for ten seconds before looking away. Quetz wore almost nothing at all: only the top of a green bikini that was too small in his huge double D chest, leaving bare strips of skin and muscles kissed by the sun so that anyone could eat them with their eyes, (as if he were not going to dismember anyone who was too smart) while the thin lane of his defined stomach undulated. in the sunlight.

"We have a different concept of fun Quetz," he told him dryly, cautiously sipping his tropical fruity drink. The little umbrella hit his nose and smelled it before blowing it and trying again. Although he had asked for something 'simple', he was quite sure that the drink had alcohol, but he was not affected by alcohol and he enjoyed a good whiskey-*sigh* this is refreshing."

"That's how human vacations are!" She chuckled, pulling her shoulder. "It's a unique experience in life on this secluded island where everyone wants to have fun. You can do whatever you want and then go home without regretting it. It's amazing-."

"It's mmmm peculiar," he clarified, grabbing Quetzalcoatl's thick wrist with his fingers and trying to attract her. The area around the bar was full of people clamoring for drinks and alcoholic beverages as if it were going to go out of style, and that made her smile slightly.

Being half French and German develop a taste for drinks.

"Look," Quetz hummed, "I know you're angry because Mordred didn't come, but..."

Vash sighed. Unfortunately, his girlfriend had decided that the holidays were not suitable for her pregnancy at the last moment, and she basically got embarrassed to come. Of course, she shouldn't have come in the first place given her condition and what Vash now knew was going on, but she had been looking forward to seeing her in a bikini.

"Yes, yes," he said, waving his hand. -"But just because she's not here and Kuku isn't here to keep you tied up doesn't mean we can act like these degenerates."

"Oh, of course," Quetzalcoatl said with a frown, "I have to send him a message and see if he feels better..."

Vash's eyes narrowed. "Haven't you done it?"

...

"...?"

Vash sighed. She didn't respond, she just shook her exasperated head Quetz never told kukulkan about her trip and bet that she only brought the first girl from her inner circle to have sex. Calmly, he took a sip of his drink and looked around, critically examining all the teenage fools who paraded on the beach. His actions went from the extravagant to the embarrassing, and his lips formed a uniform line as he looked at everything with disinterest. He saw a girl holding in the arms of a rather big man, her hands sticking into the fat flesh of her ass without a pinch of reserve and her lips closing hers; there, beyond, she saw a girl kissing very casually with another girl on the beach, making her spin on the sand while people played volleyball on top of them.

It was a constant and stable vision, and it caused him to be urgent to go to his hotel room and do it a lot. It was embarrassing and stressful, and in addition to that, it also excited him. Vash was annoyed that all those hot girls were running with their breasts bouncing and that they were kissing them so blatantly in public, and that made her irrationally hard under her modest swim shorts. Snorting, he scratched the back of his head, his blond and straight hair moved with the light wind caused by the beach, trying to find a positive side in the supposed vacations that were not his gaze on women with little clothes.

"Eh"-Quetz, "Shit is hard to remember."

"Quetz, really?" Vash rolled his eyes. "You know that kukulkán will get angry if you didn't tell him about your getaway.

"Mhm".

Vash looked at her sideways. "... You're not even paying attention, Quetz."

"Nah, I know what you're talking about," Quetzalcoatl hummed, but his face was too blushed to be honest.

"Quetz, please. I want to talk to someone who isn't drunk, you're not listening to me again.

"Me too!" Quetz muttered, throwing and patting his back. "Fair - "

"You're eating me with your eyes!" Vash accused, babbling on the blonde's pretty face. -Quetz.

"What!?" Quetz protested, laughing out loud. "Honey, look what do you think about playing to hit the watermelon with your Onee-sama

Vash looked at her open-mouthed. "Are you serious right now?"

"Oh, come on, these are the vacations I've spent with you. People here want it to be reviewed. Most of them are looking for someone to get dirty with for a while, you know? Quetzalcoatl showed him his teeth. "It's like a buffet of everything you can look at."

"... Perverted," she said inexpressively to the blonde.

"Vashhhhhhhhhh," the blonde complained, lying on the counter at the bar. "Don't be a party-sup! This is when we can have fun, do fun things, without being blamed, like pleasing ourselves."

"This is not my kind of fun."

"It's because you're not having fun," Quetzalcoatl girped, elbowing him on the shoulder. "You're acting like a pessimistic adult -"

Vash just drank his cocktail - I just want to relax.

"And you just need to come with me," he ended, ignoring Vash with his calm attitude. "Relax, Vash. Take a weight off your back and all that.

The bird of freedom only stared, focusing his penetrating vibrant green gaze on the equally green eyes of the blonde.

"Look," Quetzalcoatl sighed, "First? We need to get you something appropriate for you- hey!- Quetzalcoatl realized that Vash was walking quietly in the direction of the beach.

Quetzalcoatl ran quickly to reach him.

"Quetz..."

"No, look, trust me," Quetzalcoatl continued, his words came out in a hurry. "Look, choose any girl from here. Choose any piece of hot meat that catches your attention, and I'll turn a blind eye so you can fuck it up. Easy, pea-"

"Quetz," he hissed, his voice rose in a strangled and incredulous entanglement, "What the hell?! You want Artoria to chase me with excalibur in her hand.

"What?" Quetzalcoatl laughed, without showing an iota of care for having told Vash to deceive his lovers at home. "Mordred and the others are not here, and you are not going to receive anything during the two weeks that we are here? And I know I am, so I'm not going to let you dry."

"You are telling me to deceive women who potentially have my children and who could cause me enough physical damage with their attacks! What the fuck is wrong with you...?

"Vash, Vashy, look," Quetzalcoatl interrupted, passing a long and muscular arm around his shoulders and pulling him so hard that his head bounced against his lateral breast, "Artoria, Kukulkan and Mordred are not here. It's just you, me and, literally, a thousand strangers that we will never see again. It's going to be a shitty trip if I'm the only one who has fun after I dragged you here, and I'm going to feel bad about it.

"That has nothing to do with any of this!" He protested out loud, trying to get away. - In addition, you and I are there and you know very well that we only need the two of us to have fun.

-You know, I think you only followed me to please your fantasies and do it with mortal women.

Although Quetzalcoatl's face turned red, he did not refute what he said.

"I worry about your relationship," said the draconic goddess patiently, "but, friend, are these bitches? Half of them just want to get laid and the other half are whores. I don't really care if you get some of them before going back to your homework. Something like a bachelor party? Just, you know, more than a week, with a lot of horny students.

Vash resisted her. Then he hit his arm twice, causing Quetz to shudder. "Quetz, I appreciate your enthusiasm but I'm not going to cheat on your sister just because there are some hot girls or something like that."

(Older sister kukulkan)

"But, as if you weren't dating her, you would," he said.

-That's a lie and you know it-

It's not that he was a womanizer... well, he was, but at least he was responsible and knew how to stay in control. He hated that 5 bothered him by calling the zeus of France or the rasputín of Germany. He already had enough to deal with more than that he had a certain contempt for the Olympic deities due to a certain incident.

"Aaaaa and only we know that you are," Quetzalcoatl laughed- And I'm going to pretend that you are not. So, little bird, choose anyone from here and you can keep them."

She's crazy, Vash thought, blinking at her. "quetz, you've drunk too much and you've become even more partying than usual."

"So, if you don't want to fuck a random slut," quetzalcoatl said dragging the words, his lips began to smile mischievously, "what if you take me upstairs and fuck me, huh?"

-OK-

"Hey, wait, it's easy!" Quetzalcoatl laughed, "Giving you options, you know? Maybe you're not the type who fucks a stranger, but you would totally eat it with your lover's sister...

-Do you want to fuck yourself or not.-

"Oh, vash," quetzalcoatl laughed, "you really need to get laid, huh?"

"That has nothing to do with anything, but quetzalcoatl lost it completely while examining the crowd.

"Look, what about that girl?" Quetzalcoatl asked, pointing his finger at a black movie with a rather heavy butt that was strutting. Vash looked for a long moment before shaking his head, irritated in his voice.

"No," he said, and to be busy he took a drink of martini, and then immediately began to cough for the taste. "Holy, this tastes disgusting! Who the fuck puts so much gin on a martini"

"It's good- Oh, what about that one?" The blonde continued without losing her rhythm, pointing to a girl with long white hair a brighter tone than hers. "It's good. Step-in-you type, but -"

"Shut up, Quetz," he almost snarled, taking another sip of the martini and shuddering when he tasted it. "I'm not going to cheat on you with a slut -"

"That's the point, Vash, they're sluts, look, look, here," Quetzalcoatl sneered, downplaying his protests and moans without thinking twice, and simply extended his hand casually. "Everyone is fucked, Vash, don't be a princess about it..."

Quetzalcoatl rudely grabbed a girl who was passing by without a pinch of embarrassment; simply covering a thin and pale shoulder with a wide hand, and then turning the girl to look at them. She was a cute teenager with a round face, almost sculpted, and a slender and slender body wrapped in a white fabric bikini. It was like a bow tie around her modest breasts, hugging them tightly, while a pareum wrapped around her hips and went down to the middle of her thigh, revealing a lot of creamy skin.

The brown eyes blinked indignantly at the blonde who had grabbed her, and the beautiful pink lips separated. The eyes turned to Vash, and they scanned her just as quickly. Vash was too busy looking at his brown hair and his well-sculpted body, but after a moment he realized that the girl was clearly looking at them both, to see if he liked what he was looking at.

"Hey, hello?" The girl almost snapmed her tongue, raising an eyebrow. "What -"

"I am Quetzalcoatl, the gentleman here is Vash," quetzalcoatl said dryly, showing what could have been considered a winning smile towards the girl. "He is very shy, actually, but he is accumulating a lot of heat under those shorts, and he really needs a girl to give him a good time. Do you want to help him?

Vash resisted. "Q-what a face-"

"Uuuuh... I mean..." the girl snapped her tongue, looking at Vash's body from top to bottom. He stared at the beauty of his athletic muscles and full of scars, stopping on the red short that covered his lower part. "You could have asked me better, blonde, but your friend is very cute -"

"E-wait a second," Vash began, raising his hand towards the foreign girl. "First of all, I don't know your name; secondly, you can't be listening seriously to this idiot when he took you out of the crowd that way and, most importantly, I have a *partner* at home, Quetz - "

"Ooohhhh," the girl purred, her eyes lit up. "You have someone, huh?"

"Yes," quetzalcoatl replied on behalf of vash. "It leaves him repressed. He needs someone to suck that dick, you know?

"Oh, I do," said the new girl dragging the words, running her tongue over her lips.

This is going to get ugly, Vash thought. "What the hell, quetz, stop getting me into trouble with strangers?"

"My name is Lena oxton, honey, but you can call me a tracer," the girl winked at her, showing Vash a nice smile. It was so lower than him and quetzalcoatl, and the eye contact was practically hot. "And, hey, I don't mind taking your lover's place for a while. I'm totally better, anyway.

"I told you," quetzalcoatl laughed, patting his shoulder. "Everyone is here thirsty like in a jungle, including me, so you two, children, have fun or whatever. I'm going to surf in the waves. Running with an unknown direction I scream from the distance-I'LL SEE YOU IN THE BEDROOM.

"Quetz, what-" I ask him when quetz retired. "Quetz! Don't leave me here with strangers!

"I said, I'm Lena, not a stranger," the girl gurped, sounding almost as malicious as Quetzalcoatl herself. "Don't forget it when the breaks fly away from you, Vash. "

"That's not-" he muttered, "you're not-"

Oh, his mind said when tracer's hands began to pull the waistband of his shorts, it is.

He began to think that the girls here were, as Quetz said, absolute sluts, and that everyone was ready to get hooked and get laid. There was really no other explanation of how the random girl was kneeling in front of vash without caring about anything in the world, apparently perfectly stimulated to suck his cock by the simple indication that she had a girlfriend and was alone. during spring break despite that. Without even stopping to do more than exchange names, his fingers stuck at his waist, sliding underneath as he tickled his soft and white skin, and that made Vash hiss.

"You are... what is your name? Tracer," Vash stammered, "T-you don't have to listen to that brute of - oh you are - "

Tracer went on, his hazel eyes enlarged as he lowered his vash shorts down his hips and felt the waist hooked against the hidden trunk that was his dog breaking his cock. A buzz of pleasure came out of his lips as he put on his shorts, carrying them down around the large lump, clearly happy with what he was feeling, and happier and happier when his shorts slid over him with a hard and forceful movement, sending the thickness of his shaft bouncing towards the light of day without a hint of shame.

Naturally, he gasped. "t-trace! E-we are in public! "

(Although he never complained when Mordred did it in the mall or with quetzalcoatl in the forest)

"Holy heaven, you're big," Tracer purred, admiring the long nine-inch cock that had suddenly dropped in front of his small, round face. "You're really packing heat, huh?"

Vash looked young for his age that because the hadou do not age and only change their appearance for convenience, and he was in very good condition, but it seems that that was reflected in his penis he was trying to compensate for that being the size of a forearm and the width of a human doll, and where many would feel intimidated. by such a big and fat cock, tracer seemed completely pleased. Vash wanted to protest because they had left his cock lying in the empty air of a naked beach with everyone around to look at it and eat with their eyes, and in addition, if nostradamus or 5 find out he would have them on his back bothering and he would have a reprimand from Professor H.P. for this.

However, when tracer grabbed his cock with a thin hand, wrapping his fingers around the semi-rigid circumference, vash could do nothing but moan. It was a good grip; her silky and soft hand, her fingers hard and firm, the pressure absolutely delicious for a girl who didn't use to have sex. Just the touch of one hand was enough to make his cock beat and begin to fill with blood, quickly filling up to its full and virile length in a very short time. She knew what she wanted more than vash, and when she hissed by the soft touch of her hand, it quickly thickened.

"I can't believe that this is not having any action," said the brown-haired girl, running her tongue through her lips with clear impatience. "Fortunately for me, however!"

Vash stuttered with a trembling sigh. "You can't have the serious intention of -"

His voice went out in a moan when Tracer, without expecting anything, pressed his lips against the vascular bottom of his cock, without hesitation, without delay, simply acting like a whore in heat. It was almost exactly as quetz said, and vash let out a sigh of disbelief when the strange foreign student kissed the bottom of his cock with soft lips, doing it too anxiously for someone to do it reasonably. She had literally just been torn from a crown and fell to her knees by a random person as if it were totally normal.

Given everything that was happening around him, Vash was struggling to find out if it wasn't normal. His mind twisted around the idea that someone could be so slutty that he would simply do something like that, and while struggling with the absolute disbelief of something so pleasant, Tracer continued to do so. He planted another kiss against the bottom, then another, shaping his lips to the shape of the hard and dense circumference. His hand rose from the base, lifting the immensely heavy cock as best he could to offer it to his lips, and he made a noise of frustration when he discovered that his little hand was not up to the task.

"God, this is heavy," tracer, moving away briefly. His red eyes seemed to shine as he looked at the cock and, quickly, he added his second hand to the mixture, wrapping his fingers around the wide and white axis and squeezing tightly. Vash trembled a little at the feeling of intense pressure, and tracer hummed at the noise with something similar to satisfaction.

Tracer leaned back, this time with his tongue coming out. She put the wet muscle against the upper third of her penis, and the simple touch left her breathless. The feeling of moisture and softness was enough to make his axis beat powerfully, and Vash's mind went blank before the assault of the sensation. Tracer raised his tongue without delay, sliding it with a soft movement, licking a path to his bulbous head.

His hands twisted along the cock they were holding, rolling the stiff meat between his fingers. They made their way to the middle section and then they went down again with hard and forceful movements, making his cock beat with an intensity that made the eyes cry. At the same time, Tracer's tongue pressed around the upper inches of his axis, caressing him with the thin muscle. The moisture formed foam under her bulbous crown in thick and soothing amounts, and every time her tongue hit the bottom of the rubber tip, it left her sighing.

"So nice and big," Tracer said, dragging the words, lust dripping from his voice. "Totally suitable for me although I don't usually deal with men..."

(NT-canonically tracer according to being lesbian or bisexual but mah it seemed to me an excuse to keep a certain part of players happy and avoid receiving protests against the game)

"Q-what -" Vash began, but the word was drowned and weak, and faded into a moan when Tracer pressed his mouth against the crown of his penis without waiting a moment longer and, exposing his head to the indulgent heat. beyond, pressed. "Oh, wow, that's - you are -"

Tracer's head sank into his thick rooster meat shaft without hesitation, bringing him into the humid heat of his mouth in seconds. His lips wrapped tightly around the wide and white circumference, secured themselves around it, and deepened with a easy turn of his head. The hard cock moved on the throbbing mass of her tongue, crushing her under her weight, but she still moved to flatter and wave against her, tickling her with surprising skill and delicacy. His hands pulled the hardness of the bottom at the same time, caressing the hard cock between his palms.

Vash tilted his head back and groaned, while Tracer buried more and more stiff flesh between his lips. He filled his cheeks with the substance as he descended on his axis, doing so with enthusiasm and promptness, letting him slide against the carpet of his tongue and rub against the palate. His cock was incredibly thick, but the soft lips of the hazelnut-eyed girl wrapped her nicely and tightly, holding her safely. Wet and liquid noises resonated when she fell, barely audible above the sounds of the club and, however, almost too loud for Vash's ears whose perception is abysmal but due to its suppression and restriction it was greatly diminished.

He felt self-conscious and nervous to be in such a public forum with a girl on her knees giving her a blowjob in front of her, and looked left and right. Surprisingly, few people seemed to care, and they simply treated it as something totally normal for a girl to act like a slut and take out her cock. Hell, some of the other girls were looking at her penis with envy, clearly wanting to be in the place of tracer, and when she found her eyes with blushing cheeks, they winked at her.

Hell, one of the guys he met greeted her with his beer, and he did the same in return, although in a much more uncomfortable way. He wasn't sure what to do apart from trying to fit in, and he quickly buried his face in another cocktail the next moment. He drank it hard and fast, ignoring the flavor and simply immersing himself in alcohol although that didn't work, he would need at least asgard hydromel or ambrosia to at least feel heat in his throat. Tracer, all the time, sent his cock with pleasure, taking it so deeply that the head grazed the entrance of his throat and then dragged it backwards with a gentle contraction of his neck.

Vash sighed at the bottom at the incredible sensation of a girl's mouth wrapped around her penis, and tried not to make too much noise. Tracer swept his penis, his lips squeezed and rolled against him like soft silk, and then pushed down with an exaggerated movement. anxious contraction of his neck. His tongue fluttered around the cock that he happily impaled in the warm heat of his mouth, and his hands underneath twisted and turned against the rest of the hard length, working in tandem. He stroked it with soft palms and squeezed it with hard fingers, causing a strange feeling.

He bit his lip and drank the next drink of strange taste only to hide the blush on his cheeks while a random stranger sucked his fat cock. I wanted to tell her to stop, to start acting like someone more decent and not to do something so lascivious in public, but honestly that would be too hypocritical to do morally questionable and worse things. but this felt different maybe it was because she was a stranger and not mordred or quetzalcoatl, and she was far from critical eyes, or maybe Tracer was so good at breastfeeding, she didn't know. All he knew was that it was hellishly hot and that his body loved it.

He drank another drink until it was empty and then left the base on the counter that he proceeded to grab. He squeezed as if that could relieve the pressure that accumulated in his groin and the pain in his testicles, and it was not like that. He couldn't do anything but see how Tracer jumped up and down on his cock, moving his head along a good five inches of hard circumference while his hands pulled and twisted what was underneath. She sipped the monstrous cock of white flesh without a pinch of shame, simply pulling it with the softness of her mouth and bathing it in the slippery heat beyond moment to moment, movement by movement.

Vash hissed another sigh as the girl gurgled with the hard flesh of the cock, sucking it so well that her head felt dizzy. He bit his lip and squeezed the countertop while his cock was sucked by a hot mouth and caressed by hard fingers and soft palms, not used to the combination of blowjob and handjob. He observed that the girl's eyes were intensely concentrated on the white slab, observing how much she was taking with her lips well stretched with each movement, and saw how her head bounced comically.

His balls hurt with desire and his cock throbbed with happiness when someone sucked and sipped his cock with lascivious intensity, almost adoring Stampede's penis. She, a stranger, treated him with reverential worship, and that hit Vash in all the right ways. Her blushed face went from shame to simple excitement when pleasure hit her, and her teeth stuck in her lip to suppress the happy moans that they wanted to spill. His cock, meanwhile, was repeatedly buried in the heat of his mouth, soaked in saliva and bathed in heat, caressed by his tongue in stunning patterns that never seemed to end.

"Fuck," he declared quietly, "that's... that's good."

Tracer looked up happily, but continued to work on his axis delicately: his head swayed, his two tails bounced, his hands pulled and twisted, rolling the rooster's meat in a way that was rarely done. Vash hissed as his gaze blurred for the pure pleasure of doing so, and a slight buzzing began to rise through his veins. I wasn't sure if it was excitement or alcohol was starting to take effect, but all I knew was that it made her body shudder intensely.

The girl moved her head over his cock in dizzying patterns, sipping and sucking the hard flesh of the cock, dragging it with soft rolls of her lips and caressing it with her twisted hands and pumping. Vash moaned and growled with increasing intensity, pulling and caressing with hard turns of his hands, and his hips began to move forward. He pushed a little more cock into Tracer's mouth while his excitement shot up, and the girl tried to adapt without problems, but Vash kept pushing more, his breath coming out in an excited growl.

Everything felt too good for Vash, and he wanted more. He wanted much faster than Tracer was giving him, and he extended both hands the next moment, grabbing Tracer's brown, silky hair and grabbing it tightly. The girl's eyes widened and a gurgle came out of her lips Tarcer, but Vash wasn't paying attention to her. He turned his hips and stabbed them forward, forcing another handful of inches into his warm mouth and sent his tip of the cock hitting beyond the entrance of his throat and towards the tight esophagus beyond.

A moan of gratitude came from his lips when he felt something tight, and he instantly wanted more. He went in with a stronger push of his hip and a pull of his head, and while Tracer gurgled in protest, he nailed inches of hard cock meat into the exuberant embrace of his throat. He swallowed it without stopping, filling it as much as he could, letting his body speak for her. The pleasure was too much, the heat and tension too intense, and she just wanted more.

Tracer gurgled as he dragged his head with a pull of his hair, treating it like the reins of a horse, and then threw his hips back. Inches of slippery cock were extracted with a bubbling of saliva, but she pushed herself just as quickly inside. She rammed his cock into his throat without thinking, just wanting more pleasure, Tracer could only take it when the hanging stallion took control suddenly. His hands squeezed pitifully around the base of the cock that he suddenly pushed, but as Vash forced more and more cock into his throat, they were quickly forced to make room so that they did not crash into his chin.

"Oh, that's good," Vash snarled, biting his lip and pushing hard. He didn't care at all when he started fucking Tracer, a random exotic woman he had just met on a Caribbean beach, and simply plunged his cock into his tight esophagus as if it were a pod for his pleasure. He pulled her hair, forcing her out of her shaft with wet gurgling and careless sizzles, and then pushed her down like the toy she became.

Vash's nine-inch penis hammered his throat moment by moment, filling it so much that Tracer's eyes got wet and his throat swelled. Vash only growled for the effort as he pushed more and more down, fucking his throat with hard and rough blows, his excitement spurred her. She snarled when the flesh descended through her esophagus, scaling it more and more with each onslaught, stretching the narrow tunnel with the careless sounds of moans and moans. The gorgots rose thickly and the tears slid down the tracer cheeks, and it only got worse as he fucked.

More looks of gratitude were sent, and a busty girl even approached Vash while treating Tracer's hair like handlebars and her throat like a cover. All the newcomer did was groping the sculpted body of vash. He fucked her with hard blows, crashing against her throat and fucking her relentlessly, hitting her sore balls against her chin.

"So good,.....I'll make sure to reward quetz for this" - he sighs, tilting his head back. His cock spasmed against the walls of his throat, and instinctively pushed Tracer to the end on his dog breaking the rod while his orgasm swept her. "j-fuck -!"

It was too much to resist, and Vash didn't even try. He didn't even think twice before cumming inside the stranger's mouth: he simply did it, pushing down on the velvet seal of his mouth and letting his cock unload. The semen ran through Tracer's spasmodic throat in thick and velvety waves, and the girl instinctively muttered around his fat cock. His hands scratched his thin pelvis, drawing lines on the pale skin, but he did not receive any room for maneuver when Vash sprayed his esophagus with his rich orgasm.

Vash held his head as the tremendous orgasm pierced her, loving the feeling of liberation and the intoxicating buzzing that filled her ears, and simply surrendered to the perverse moment. He ran hard and ran for a long time, letting out his repressed cumshot with delight, treating Tracer like a toy.

He never freed Tracer. Instead, the girl moved away from Vash with the strength she had left, performing with a wet gurgling and an incredibly thick stream of semen. He ran down his chin in long and sticky lines, and bubbled from his mouth in white sips; clearly, it was too much for the girl to handle, and with his eyes wide open, he jumped on his feet and ran away. To... somewhere, Vash really didn't know. A refrigerator, maybe, or the bathroom, but I was too stunned to understand.

She simply gasped there, trembling after the agony of liberation, listening to the people around her cheering for the spectacle she had given them and feeling hands patting it on the shoulder. She will make sure to erase everyone's memory, she could not commit a mass homicide.. oh yes. He just frowned, loving the feeling of happiness that filled her, and felt the footprint of Tracer's throat around her axis. I didn't know much, but I knew I wanted more. I wanted more of that incredible feeling, even if it was completely lascivious and perverse.

He turned around and hit the counter. "Barman! Get me another of..." he stopped and thought about it better the drink would not help him in this case and decided on another action plan.

Vash hadn't seen Quetz in several hours and, honestly, he didn't even care. He went to his hotel room and asked for room service. He didn't feel like cooking anything. She didn't particularly like the people around her or feel comfortable with what she was doing, but it was easy for her to lean against a wall next to some of the girls, drink her drink casually, flirt with them for a while... things about how good they looked, reflecting on how they would feel against him, she got some phone numbers and then strutted again.

It was almost ridiculously easy, and Vash Stampede was a clumsy boy at best. The girls on the beach, however, were easy, horny like him, and his loose tongue easily flirted with girls as voluptuous and chubby as Arturia. However, he didn't do much more the fool, and all he really did was get close to the women, flirt with them, get their contact information and then leave. Sometimes, he simply sat down and chatted; in others, he was dragged into silly things such as playing volleyball with some peculiar types of Humans as Quetz called them, or chatting with others.

However, he just wanted to go to bed and wait for quetzalcoatl to get to his room and sleep.

It wasn't just flirting, it wasn't just kissing. The girls knelt to suck cocks, took out tits to make Cubans, and saw at least five people having real sex in several places so far. Now he wonders which island he finished arriving he knew he should not have listened to quetzalcoatl when he suggested coming here specifically. It was not common, of course, but he was there in public, people just didn't care. Hell, a girl had even offered him a 'full service' for a drink; but, naturally, Vash was not willing to pay for what he could apparently get for free.

-Devil I wonder if I'm not on the island of Epstein-vash he felt a chill just thinking about it and decided to bomb the sea to make sure that the island was completely sunk and in the process pay a visit to the Vatican.

But he will have to think about it tomorrow.