French Amateur Threesome: Weekend Plans à Trois with Huge Tits

This amateur French video captures a hot “new year’s resolution” come to life: weekends dedicated to threesomes. It stars a couple (likely including uploader/creator Madelaine Rousset) bringing in their friend Khalamite for a steamy FFM encounter. The setup stems from a night out dancing and flirting, leading to them rushing home horny and ready to jump in without hesitation.
Right from the start, it’s clear this is real-life swinging among friends—no professional lighting or sets, just a bedroom or living space with everyday messiness. The women, both curvy with big natural boobs, take turns sucking cock together in intense double blowjob sequences, licking and sharing eagerly. Pussy eating gets plenty of focus, with one woman spreading wide while the other dives in, moans mixing with dirty French talk.
The guy handles both enthusiastically, switching between fucking one while the other helps or gets eaten out. Positions feel natural and improvised—doggy, missionary, riding—with lots of skin slapping, sweat, and laughter when things get clumsy. It builds to a strong climax with cum sharing or facial elements typical in these amateur shares.
Clocking around 14 minutes, it’s fast-paced yet intimate, emphasizing the thrill of their “resolution” to make weekends wild. Tags like amateur francais, french threesome, double blowjob, pussy eating, huge tits, and homemade threesome nail the vibe: unfiltered lust among consenting adults enjoying a shared fantasy in their own space.
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Sarah and Michael had been out dancing all evening. The club lights flashed, bass thumped, and a few too many drinks had everyone loose. Sarah, with her tight top barely containing her big natural boobs, kept catching eyes. Michael noticed how their friend Laura—curvy, confident, always up for fun—pressed close while they moved to the music. Kisses happened on the dance floor, hands wandering. By the time they piled into the cab home, the air crackled.
Back at their small apartment, the door barely shut before Sarah kicked off her heels. “Fuck, that was hot,” she said, laughing as she pulled Laura in for another kiss. Michael watched, cock already stirring in his jeans. The living room still smelled like the pizza they’d ordered earlier—half-eaten slices on the coffee table, TV flickering some late-night show no one cared about.
Laura grinned, peeling off her top. Her heavy tits bounced free, nipples hard from the cool air and excitement. “Your resolution was weekends for threesomes, right? New year, new rules.”
Sarah nodded, tugging Michael’s shirt over his head. “Yeah. Let’s not waste time.”
They stumbled toward the bedroom, clothes dropping along the way. The bed was unmade—sheets tangled from last night’s sleep. Sarah pushed Laura down first, crawling between her legs. Laura’s pussy was already wet, lips swollen. Sarah dove in, tongue flicking over her clit while her fingers spread her open. Laura moaned loud, hand gripping Sarah’s hair. “Putain, oui… juste comme ça.”
Michael stripped fully, stroking his thick cock as he watched. The wet sounds of Sarah eating pussy filled the room—slurping, soft gasps. Laura arched, tits jiggling with each breath. She reached for Michael, pulling him closer. “Come here. Both of us want that dick.”
Sarah lifted her head, lips shiny. She and Laura knelt side by side on the bed. Michael stood at the edge, cock level with their faces. They attacked together—double blowjob, no holding back. Sarah sucked the head, swirling her tongue, while Laura licked the shaft and balls. They traded, mouths meeting around him, tongues sliding over each other and his skin. Spit dripped down his length, strings connecting their lips when they pulled back.
“Fuck, you two…” Michael groaned, hands in their hair. Sarah gagged a little when she took him deep, eyes watering, but she kept going. Laura laughed softly, stroking him while Sarah caught her breath. “She’s greedy tonight.”
They switched to the bed properly. Laura lay back, legs spread. Michael slid into her pussy slow at first—tight, hot, gripping him. Sarah straddled Laura’s face, lowering her wet cunt onto her mouth. Laura ate her eagerly, tongue pushing inside while her hands squeezed Sarah’s ass. The room filled with moans, wet smacks, skin on skin.
Michael fucked Laura harder, thrusts deep, balls slapping her ass. Sarah rocked on Laura’s tongue, grinding down. “Eat me… fuck, don’t stop.” Sweat beaded on their skin, hair sticking to foreheads. The headboard banged the wall—quiet thumps they hoped the neighbors didn’t hear.
They flipped. Sarah got on all fours, ass up. Michael entered her from behind, pounding steady while Laura slid underneath, licking Sarah’s clit and Michael’s balls as he thrust. Sarah cried out, body shaking. “I’m gonna come… shit!”
Her orgasm hit hard—pussy clenching around Michael’s cock, juices dripping onto Laura’s face. Laura lapped it up, moaning into her.
Michael pulled out, breathing heavy. “Your turn,” he said to Laura. She bent over the bed edge, tits hanging. He slammed back into her, gripping her hips. Sarah knelt beside, reaching under to rub Laura’s clit. Laura pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder!”
The pace picked up—flesh slapping loud, grunts, curses in French and English mixing. Laura came next, body trembling, pussy pulsing. “Oui… putain, oui!”
Michael couldn’t hold it. He pulled out, stroking fast. Sarah and Laura turned, mouths open, tongues out. He shot thick ropes across their faces and tits—cum landing on cheeks, lips, dripping down chins. They kissed messy, sharing it, licking each other clean while he caught his breath.
For a moment they stayed like that—panting, sticky, laughing softly. Sarah wiped her mouth. “Resolution achieved.”
Laura smirked, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand. “Weekend’s just starting.”
Michael flopped onto the bed. “Oven’s still on from earlier. Pizza’s probably charcoal.”
Sarah giggled, pulling up her panties. “Worth it. Go turn it off before the smoke alarm.”
They shuffled back to the living room half-dressed, the TV still droning. Laura grabbed a slice of cold pizza. “Round two after we eat?”
Sarah winked. “New rules. Weekends are for this.”