“I’ll never forget the way you looked, on your knees, sucking his cock to the root.”

Michael was fucking me from behind, reliving the time we’d hooked up with another couple on vacation. The four of us had been fast friends by the pool, then cohorts on several ventures to island vista points, before finding out that where we connected best was between the sheets. Or on top of the sheets, as was the situation Michael was reminiscing over. I’d been on my hands and knees on the hotel’s large bed, with Michael behind me, in my pussy to the hilt, while I’d sucked off Gerome, the shoe salesman from Baltimore who had been blessed with a cock that was nearly nine inches long. His wife, Cathy, had been Michael’s dream girl: a pixie blonde, all vim and vigor, with a mouth that... Read More