A Soapy Spa Frenzy! This story is a work of fiction and does not depict real events or individuals. All characters are portrayed in a fictional context.
The Serenity Spa was a grimy, steamy hole-in-the-wall at the back of a glitzy resort, stinking of cheap soap and stale air. Tonight, it was locked down for a private bash, and the mood was pure filth. The room was a swamp of heat, dim lights, and a floor slick with suds from a busted bubble machine pumping out foam like a porn set gone wild. Angel Wicky stormed in, her blonde hair a mess and her curves spilling out of a tiny bikini that was more string than fabric. Lisa Ann followed, all dark-haired attitude and predatory eyes, with Mia Malkova bouncing in last, her tight body screaming for trouble. They were there for a raunchy AdultPrime promo—where fans could find a ton of Angel Wicky videos — but tonight, they were about to give some lucky dude, Ethan, the ride of his life.
Ethan, a scruffy guy who’d snagged a sketchy AdultPrime contest, stood by the gurgling hot tub, his eyes bugging out. He was just a regular schmuck, sweating bullets, not ready for the chaos about to hit. The steam room was a furnace of sleaze, with buckets of frothy soap ready to make things sloppy. “Gonna get nasty, Ethan?” Angel taunted, her Czech accent dripping as she smeared soap across her tits, bubbles sliding down her curves. She flashed a dirty grin, daring him to keep up. Lisa Ann strutted over, her smirk pure trouble. “Don’t just gawk, kid,” she growled, slopping a handful of foam onto Ethan’s chest, her nails raking his skin. “Show us what you’re packing.” Mia, giggling like a schoolgirl gone bad, grabbed a dripping sponge and slinked over, hips swinging. She dragged it down Ethan’s back, suds oozing everywhere. “Let’s get filthy,” she purred, biting his earlobe as soap dripped between them.
The room was a haze of steam and bubbles, the four of them wading through suds. Angel took control, shoving Ethan onto a slick, vinyl bench. She dumped a bucket of soap over herself, foam cascading down her body like a wet dream, and pulled Mia in. The two started slathering each other with suds, hands sliding over every curve, shameless and slippery, while Ethan’s brain melted. Lisa wasn’t having it—she wanted in. She dropped to her knees, soap-coated hands working Ethan’s thighs, her grip rough and hungry. The hot tub bubbled, but the real heat was them. Mia spun around, bending over the bench, her ass up for doggystyle. Ethan didn’t need an invite—he was on her, sliding through the soap, the slickness making every thrust wild. Angel egged him on, her dirty talk filthy enough to make a sailor blush, while Lisa straddled Mia’s back, rubbing suds into her skin, keeping the vibe raw. They switched it up, Angel taking her turn bent over, soap dripping off her as Ethan pounded away, the room echoing with wet slaps and moans. Mia and Lisa played dirty, their hands all over each other, bubbles popping as they kissed and groped. The threesome was a mess of slick bodies, soap flying everywhere—in their hair, on the floor, between their legs—as they fucked in a frenzy, doggystyle driving the pace.
As the heat hit its peak, Ethan couldn’t hold back. The women knelt in front of him, faces pressed close, soap dripping from their chins. He let loose, a massive cum shot splattering across all three—Angel’s smirking lips, Lisa’s commanding jaw, Mia’s giggling cheeks. They didn’t miss a beat, tongues darting out, licking the cum off each other’s faces, swapping it with sloppy kisses, foam mixing with the mess as they laughed and moaned.
When it was done, they collapsed on the bench, a panting, soapy heap, grinning like they’d just robbed a bank. Angel wiped cum and suds from her lips, winking at Ethan. “Not bad, stud. Want more? AdultPrime’s got a shit-ton of my vids, right here Angel Wicky videos” Lisa and Mia cackled, flicking foam at each other, their faces still glistening. Ethan, half-dead but buzzing, just shook his head, knowing this soapy, raunchy night was burned into his brain forever.