and sporting the large erections she had already seen on the
password-protected, security-encoded section of Diane’s website. Both young men were almost completely shaved, what they called in the US ‘slip-and-slide’, and trimmed and waxed
pubic hair on men made their cocks look even bigger. Bruno’s was longer, Oliver’s wider.
Decisions, decisions . . .
Tamra let out another long sigh of absolute bliss, spread her arms wide along the marble shelf behind her, and opened her legs.
‘You,’ she said, pointing at Bruno, ‘come here and eat me out. Then you get a turn,’ she said to Oliver. ‘The one who makes me come hardest gets to fuck me
first.’
She judged Bruno the winner, but it was a close-run thing, and she could barely even get a word out once both young men had given it their best shot. Instead she pointed at Bruno, her eyes
filmed with pleasure, her lips parted and moist.
Professional as he was, Oliver couldn’t help groaning in disappointment at having lost the competition. But a few minutes later, the party having moved to the bathtub, the noises he was
making were considerably more satisfied. Bubbles pumped up from the jacuzzi’s powerful jets, surrounding Tamra, who was holding onto the edge of the bath for dear life, and Bruno, behind her,
gripping her slippery hips. His cock thrust in and out of her as Tamra simultaneously sucked off Oliver, who was standing on the marble floor next to the jacuzzi, his feet planted wide, his moans
of pleasure audible even over the motor of the whirlpool bath.
Unfortunately, Oliver was being too gentle with her. That was the thing with some escorts – they’d hang back a bit out of professional courtesy. You had to show them how you liked
it. Managing to balance as Bruno’s cock slammed in and out of her, Tamra let go of the bath, grabbed Oliver’s hands and dragged them to the back of her head, still sucking his cock with
everything she had. Oliver got it straight away, twisted his hands in her hair, started fucking her mouth hard, and Bruno picked up the rhythm, his hands digging into her now as he pounded away
behind her, Tamra’s muffled moans rising to an absolute scream of pleasure that came out through her nose, because her lips were sealed so tightly around Oliver’s bobbing, throbbing,
girthy cock—
‘Ah
fuck
!
Fuck
yes!’ Oliver screamed too as he dragged his cock from Tamra’s mouth just in time, Tamra rearing back to take the explosion of come over her
perfect tits, water and hot young male spunk dripping from her hard pointed nipples; behind her, Bruno dragged his out too, shooting into the condom. He was a grunter, not a yeller. The sounds he
made as his orgasm hit were right from the back of his throat, loud and wordless. Tamra watched Oliver, her eyes bright and wide: the sight of his cock spasming, his hands now white-knuckled on the
bath again to keep him from falling, his hips rocking as he squirted his last drops on her wet skin, was so erotic that she licked her lips in sheer pleasure. She loved watching guys come, loved
watching them lose it completely; that was why women liked gay male porn, of course. If you were into guys, that was where you saw them really going for it, giving it, taking it, shooting their
loads, their faces convulsed, their lips open as they gasped and groaned . . .
‘Nice going, guys,’ she said, approvingly. ‘Time for some coke, some liquor and Round Two.’
Oliver, who couldn’t be more than twenty-three, was already recovered enough for his cock to bob in excitement at the mention of Round Two: he held out a hand to steady Tamra as she
climbed out of the bath, white bubbles mounding on the water-slick curves of her body.
‘What did you have in mind for Round Two?’ he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Tamra reached up and kissed him, pressing her wet body against his dry one, rubbing her crotch into his, feeling his cock curl awake. She drove her tongue deeply into his mouth,
password-protected, security-encoded section of Diane’s website. Both young men were almost completely shaved, what they called in the US ‘slip-and-slide’, and trimmed and waxed
pubic hair on men made their cocks look even bigger. Bruno’s was longer, Oliver’s wider.
Decisions, decisions . . .
Tamra let out another long sigh of absolute bliss, spread her arms wide along the marble shelf behind her, and opened her legs.
‘You,’ she said, pointing at Bruno, ‘come here and eat me out. Then you get a turn,’ she said to Oliver. ‘The one who makes me come hardest gets to fuck me
first.’
She judged Bruno the winner, but it was a close-run thing, and she could barely even get a word out once both young men had given it their best shot. Instead she pointed at Bruno, her eyes
filmed with pleasure, her lips parted and moist.
Professional as he was, Oliver couldn’t help groaning in disappointment at having lost the competition. But a few minutes later, the party having moved to the bathtub, the noises he was
making were considerably more satisfied. Bubbles pumped up from the jacuzzi’s powerful jets, surrounding Tamra, who was holding onto the edge of the bath for dear life, and Bruno, behind her,
gripping her slippery hips. His cock thrust in and out of her as Tamra simultaneously sucked off Oliver, who was standing on the marble floor next to the jacuzzi, his feet planted wide, his moans
of pleasure audible even over the motor of the whirlpool bath.
Unfortunately, Oliver was being too gentle with her. That was the thing with some escorts – they’d hang back a bit out of professional courtesy. You had to show them how you liked
it. Managing to balance as Bruno’s cock slammed in and out of her, Tamra let go of the bath, grabbed Oliver’s hands and dragged them to the back of her head, still sucking his cock with
everything she had. Oliver got it straight away, twisted his hands in her hair, started fucking her mouth hard, and Bruno picked up the rhythm, his hands digging into her now as he pounded away
behind her, Tamra’s muffled moans rising to an absolute scream of pleasure that came out through her nose, because her lips were sealed so tightly around Oliver’s bobbing, throbbing,
girthy cock—
‘Ah
fuck
!
Fuck
yes!’ Oliver screamed too as he dragged his cock from Tamra’s mouth just in time, Tamra rearing back to take the explosion of come over her
perfect tits, water and hot young male spunk dripping from her hard pointed nipples; behind her, Bruno dragged his out too, shooting into the condom. He was a grunter, not a yeller. The sounds he
made as his orgasm hit were right from the back of his throat, loud and wordless. Tamra watched Oliver, her eyes bright and wide: the sight of his cock spasming, his hands now white-knuckled on the
bath again to keep him from falling, his hips rocking as he squirted his last drops on her wet skin, was so erotic that she licked her lips in sheer pleasure. She loved watching guys come, loved
watching them lose it completely; that was why women liked gay male porn, of course. If you were into guys, that was where you saw them really going for it, giving it, taking it, shooting their
loads, their faces convulsed, their lips open as they gasped and groaned . . .
‘Nice going, guys,’ she said, approvingly. ‘Time for some coke, some liquor and Round Two.’
Oliver, who couldn’t be more than twenty-three, was already recovered enough for his cock to bob in excitement at the mention of Round Two: he held out a hand to steady Tamra as she
climbed out of the bath, white bubbles mounding on the water-slick curves of her body.
‘What did you have in mind for Round Two?’ he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Tamra reached up and kissed him, pressing her wet body against his dry one, rubbing her crotch into his, feeling his cock curl awake. She drove her tongue deeply into his mouth,
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