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in that big barn,” said Perry to Walt, was there,” she texted back. prick with her deft tongue.
teasingly. “Candy Land? Operation?” “No worries. Sure we’ll get chance “You like what you see?” Gina asked
“Something like that,” said Walt, later,” I replied. me.
adjusting his walking shorts, which Kia sent back a smiley-face emoji. “God, no. It’s terrible,” I deadpanned
seemed to have bunched at his crotch. “I can leave you three alone, if you want ironically. “It’s blinding my eyes.”
An hour later, I was sipping a martini in privacy,” I said now, to the three horny The guys shifted so both their dicks
Perry’s suite, watching as Brett and Perry people on Perry’s bed. were in reach of Gina’s hungry mouth.
sprawled on the king-size bed, nuzzling “Don’t be silly,” said Gina. “Stay. Watch. She licked a glob of pre-come from
and kissing Gina. All three of them wore Enjoy. Brett and I like being ogled.” the slit of Perry’s erection, which by my
white terry-cloth robes and nothing else. I Soon all robes were discarded. Brett estimation had to have been an eight-
was in my shorts and a T-shirt. and Perry feasted with gluttonous incher. She sucked one man’s cock,
“You’re welcome to join us, George,” abandon on Gina’s sumptuous breasts, then the other’s, lavishing them with
said Gina, already in the throes of which had a sharp tan line running an inch lusty attention.
excitement. or so above her pretty pointed nipples. The blowjobs went on for a minute or
“That’s okay,” I said. “I won’t play if Kia’s As the guys kissed and tongued her two, and then the condoms came out.
not here.” mounds, their stiff dongs bobbed eagerly. The trio segued to a DP situation. Perry
I’d been tempted by the bad angel Eventually, Perry moved to the foot of the lay on his back so Gina could straddle
sitting on one shoulder, but the good bed, so his tongue could lap at Gina’s him. Brett was driven to distraction by
angel on the other had won out. drooling crotch. He stroked the small this, and his helmet-headed dick was
Earlier, when I’d left the deck to go manicured patch of hair above her slit soon thrusting roughly into her pert butt
back to my own suite to shower, I’d texted before concentrating his mouth’s efforts hole. Moans grew louder until the boys
Kia to let her know of the afternoon’s on her hard clit. She shuddered a little erupted—Perry first, Brett seconds later.
intriguing developments. “Won’t do as he sucked the magic button. Brett, Then Perry got off the bed and watched
anything w/o you,” I’d thumbed. meanwhile, had moved his hard-on up to attentively as Brett brought Gina to a
“Wouldn’t blame you, but damn, wish I her face. She flicked at the knob of his squirming orgasm with his hand.

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