making him take
it just as his cock had filled hers just now, her hands behind his head, removing the elastic from his hair, twisting her fingers through it, pulling it deliberately, hurting him just enough,
hearing him moan in excitement and stiffen even more.
‘You want me to fuck you with a strap-on?’ she said, pulling back, still holding his head, her lips touching his as she spoke. ‘Or you want me to tell Bruno to fuck you while
you eat me out?’
‘Oh
man,’
Oliver breathed. ‘I want
both
.’
Bruno, out of the jacuzzi too, pressed up behind Tamra; he wasn’t that tall, and his cock and balls squashed into the split of her buttocks, the cock, stiffening again, pressing into her
arse. He bit and kissed the back of her neck and she writhed in excitement; his wide lips were so soft, his teeth so deliciously sharp on her wet skin, she was ready to go again right now, needed a
cock inside her now,
now
—
Bending over, she grabbed Oliver around the waist for balance, widening her legs.
‘Put it in me!’ she commanded Bruno. ‘Fuck my ass this time, and give it to me good. I want it fast and furious. Jesus, you boys are fucking
gold
!’
As Bruno quickly grabbed another condom, she reached back with one hand and started to rub herself; by the time Bruno slammed into her, she was already coming, screaming her orgasm against
Oliver, who had dropped to his knees to support her: he held her up, kissing her mouth frantically, his arms flexing to take the impact of her body rocking forward every time Bruno slammed into her
with another hard furious stroke. Tamra’s fingers never stopped all the time that Bruno fucked her; orgasm smashed into orgasm, overlapping so completely that she didn’t stop coming the
entire time. Instructed to give it to her good, Bruno obeyed his client with the complete professionalism of an expert. By the time his grunts reached the pitch of a wild boar about to charge, and
his cock finally pumped its second load, Tamra literally could not stand up.
She collapsed into Oliver’s arms, and he caught her with the reflexes of Prince Charming catching a fainting Cinderella, lowering her to the thick plush rug on which he had been kneeling,
her head resting on his thigh. She was so thoroughly fucked that even the sight of his cock pointing straight up to his belly button, looking even wider and thicker with veins from this angle,
didn’t make her turn to take it in her mouth. She was panting like a sprinter, her chest heaving, her breasts jiggling; Oliver bent over to kiss her nipples, lick and nip at them, and she
moaned softly and stroked his hair, her hips still jerking a little as she came down from the crazy orgasm high.
‘This is
so
not like work,’ Bruno said as he disposed of the condom and washed his cock in the huge sink. ‘And believe me, I
never
say that to
clients.’
‘He really doesn’t,’ Oliver confirmed into Tamra’s breasts.
‘I need a drink,’ she said, managing to catch her breath. ‘One the size of Lake Ontario. And I need a line the size of – of—’
‘Pall Mall?’ Bruno suggested. ‘Coming right up.’
‘Champagne,’ she specified. ‘Jesus, help me up!’
Oliver did one better; he picked her up, carried her to the soft towelling-upholstered chaise longue, and laid her down there as Bruno brought her a brimming champagne glass and the black slate
with a whole series of big fat lines now decorating its surface. Inside Tamra’s suede pouch had been a razor and several silver straws: each young man, showing excellent manners, took a straw
for himself and kept them separate.
‘Whooh!’ Tamra said, tilting back her head as the butter-soft cocaine slid down. ‘This is
smooth
.’ She grinned at the two young men kneeling by the chaise
longue. ‘Diane has the best drugs
and
the best boy-toys.’
‘Not to boast,’ Oliver said seriously, ‘but everyone says that.’
Tamra nodded appreciatively. ‘My friend who recommended
it just as his cock had filled hers just now, her hands behind his head, removing the elastic from his hair, twisting her fingers through it, pulling it deliberately, hurting him just enough,
hearing him moan in excitement and stiffen even more.
‘You want me to fuck you with a strap-on?’ she said, pulling back, still holding his head, her lips touching his as she spoke. ‘Or you want me to tell Bruno to fuck you while
you eat me out?’
‘Oh
man,’
Oliver breathed. ‘I want
both
.’
Bruno, out of the jacuzzi too, pressed up behind Tamra; he wasn’t that tall, and his cock and balls squashed into the split of her buttocks, the cock, stiffening again, pressing into her
arse. He bit and kissed the back of her neck and she writhed in excitement; his wide lips were so soft, his teeth so deliciously sharp on her wet skin, she was ready to go again right now, needed a
cock inside her now,
now
—
Bending over, she grabbed Oliver around the waist for balance, widening her legs.
‘Put it in me!’ she commanded Bruno. ‘Fuck my ass this time, and give it to me good. I want it fast and furious. Jesus, you boys are fucking
gold
!’
As Bruno quickly grabbed another condom, she reached back with one hand and started to rub herself; by the time Bruno slammed into her, she was already coming, screaming her orgasm against
Oliver, who had dropped to his knees to support her: he held her up, kissing her mouth frantically, his arms flexing to take the impact of her body rocking forward every time Bruno slammed into her
with another hard furious stroke. Tamra’s fingers never stopped all the time that Bruno fucked her; orgasm smashed into orgasm, overlapping so completely that she didn’t stop coming the
entire time. Instructed to give it to her good, Bruno obeyed his client with the complete professionalism of an expert. By the time his grunts reached the pitch of a wild boar about to charge, and
his cock finally pumped its second load, Tamra literally could not stand up.
She collapsed into Oliver’s arms, and he caught her with the reflexes of Prince Charming catching a fainting Cinderella, lowering her to the thick plush rug on which he had been kneeling,
her head resting on his thigh. She was so thoroughly fucked that even the sight of his cock pointing straight up to his belly button, looking even wider and thicker with veins from this angle,
didn’t make her turn to take it in her mouth. She was panting like a sprinter, her chest heaving, her breasts jiggling; Oliver bent over to kiss her nipples, lick and nip at them, and she
moaned softly and stroked his hair, her hips still jerking a little as she came down from the crazy orgasm high.
‘This is
so
not like work,’ Bruno said as he disposed of the condom and washed his cock in the huge sink. ‘And believe me, I
never
say that to
clients.’
‘He really doesn’t,’ Oliver confirmed into Tamra’s breasts.
‘I need a drink,’ she said, managing to catch her breath. ‘One the size of Lake Ontario. And I need a line the size of – of—’
‘Pall Mall?’ Bruno suggested. ‘Coming right up.’
‘Champagne,’ she specified. ‘Jesus, help me up!’
Oliver did one better; he picked her up, carried her to the soft towelling-upholstered chaise longue, and laid her down there as Bruno brought her a brimming champagne glass and the black slate
with a whole series of big fat lines now decorating its surface. Inside Tamra’s suede pouch had been a razor and several silver straws: each young man, showing excellent manners, took a straw
for himself and kept them separate.
‘Whooh!’ Tamra said, tilting back her head as the butter-soft cocaine slid down. ‘This is
smooth
.’ She grinned at the two young men kneeling by the chaise
longue. ‘Diane has the best drugs
and
the best boy-toys.’
‘Not to boast,’ Oliver said seriously, ‘but everyone says that.’
Tamra nodded appreciatively. ‘My friend who recommended
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