In
my experience there is nothing that guys like to see when they are recovering
from an orgasm and want a rematch to compare with the sight of two girls
playing with each other.
Lora
and I lay on the floor in front of Ted’s sofa doing just that. My cunt and arse
were full of spunk and my friend went to town between my legs. Her tongue
probed my pussy, lapping up the salty, sticky offering that Declan had given me
and she toyed with my tender, aching arsehole with an unknown number of
fingers. The two Irishmen watched her intently, listening to the pleasure she
was giving me escape from my mouth as she wiggled her naked bottom before them.
Which
of the guys was ready first I can’t remember. But when she left my pussy to
give Ted a blow-job, his friend quickly positioned himself behind her hips.
I couldn’t
take my eyes away from her demonstration, fingering my cunt as they
spit-roasted her.
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