Diane is gay, and she says your girls are top-notch.’
‘Do you want me to ring for one?’ Bruno asked. ‘It’s no problem . . .’
Tamra waved a hand dismissively, finished her champagne and handed the glass to him for a refill.
‘No thanks,’ she said. ‘I like a
lot
of cock. And I don’t share nicely like they tell you to in pre-school.’
She plumped up the towelling-covered pillows behind her and pulled herself up to sit a little higher, her long slim legs stretching out in front of her. And yes, her stomach pooched out just a
bit when she didn’t lie completely flat, and no, she didn’t give a damn about it. She reached up and stretched her arms, a long sigh of contentment issuing from her lips, the coke
buzzing through her bloodstream. Bruno returned with the new glass of Cristal, and she took it, sank two fingers into it and then into Oliver’s mouth. He licked the fizz off eagerly, his red
lips parted, asking for more; he was such a good kisser that she filled her mouth with Cristal, bent over, let it flow slowly into his, feeling him kiss and swallow, kiss and swallow . . .
‘Bruno, you ready for Round Three?’ she asked. ‘I want you to fuck Oliver’s ass when you are. Just like this.’ She stroked Oliver’s cheek.
‘
Just
like this,’ she purred, sliding three fingers into his mouth now, feeling him suck on them hard, her other hand delving into his hair. Bruno was already unwrapping a
condom, picking up the lube which she had laid out on the counter, squirting some onto his hand. She knew both young men were fully on board with fucking each other as well as her, had chosen them
specially; Oliver’s eyes were already wide with anticipation as he braced himself, knees on the rug, hands on the chaise longue, to take Bruno’s cock.
‘And if you take it all, right up your ass, every inch of him . . .’ Tamra filled her mouth with Cristal again, let it flow into Oliver’s, felt him swallow every drop –
‘you can fuck me after. Any position you choose. Wherever you want to put it.’
Bruno was working lube into Oliver’s ass, his hands dark on Oliver’s paler skin, his cock distended as he slid the condom on. Oliver was already moaning, both at the pounding he was
about to take and the prospect of fucking Tamra afterwards; she kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth as Bruno started to work his cock inside, and Tamra felt that too, felt Oliver shudder
and buck as the cock slid inexorably further into him, Tamra kissing him so hard now he could barely breathe, had to gasp for breath through his nose, as she had had to when his cock was jammed
right up to the roof of her mouth . . .
‘How are you going to fuck me?’ she whispered against his lips as Bruno started to move faster, beginning to slam Oliver’s more slender body against the chaise longue.
‘Where are you going to put that big fat cock of yours? You better keep it hard for me, you better not come now with Bruno’s cock up you . . . you better save it for me or
there’ll be trouble . . .’
Oliver wrenched his head back.
‘Now,’ he pleaded. ‘I want to fuck you now,
now,
let me do it now . . .’
Tamra felt an actual spark between her legs, as if a vibrator with a faulty connection had given her a tiny, very pleasurable electric shock.
‘
Awesome
idea!’ she said, jumping up and going to grab a condom; a bare minute later she was stretching out on the big rug, Oliver above her, his big cock, meaty and wide,
making her scream as he drove it into her in one shocking, almost painful stroke. Bruno was deep inside him, waiting for his cue to start moving again, and now he did, plunging in and out of Oliver
in the same rhythm that Oliver fucked Tamra, a chain of fucking, Tamra’s legs spread as wide as they could go so that Oliver could kneel between them, and Bruno behind him. Oliver’s
fair hair hung round his handsome face, his cheeks bright red, his eyes almost glazed with the intensity
‘Do you want me to ring for one?’ Bruno asked. ‘It’s no problem . . .’
Tamra waved a hand dismissively, finished her champagne and handed the glass to him for a refill.
‘No thanks,’ she said. ‘I like a
lot
of cock. And I don’t share nicely like they tell you to in pre-school.’
She plumped up the towelling-covered pillows behind her and pulled herself up to sit a little higher, her long slim legs stretching out in front of her. And yes, her stomach pooched out just a
bit when she didn’t lie completely flat, and no, she didn’t give a damn about it. She reached up and stretched her arms, a long sigh of contentment issuing from her lips, the coke
buzzing through her bloodstream. Bruno returned with the new glass of Cristal, and she took it, sank two fingers into it and then into Oliver’s mouth. He licked the fizz off eagerly, his red
lips parted, asking for more; he was such a good kisser that she filled her mouth with Cristal, bent over, let it flow slowly into his, feeling him kiss and swallow, kiss and swallow . . .
‘Bruno, you ready for Round Three?’ she asked. ‘I want you to fuck Oliver’s ass when you are. Just like this.’ She stroked Oliver’s cheek.
‘
Just
like this,’ she purred, sliding three fingers into his mouth now, feeling him suck on them hard, her other hand delving into his hair. Bruno was already unwrapping a
condom, picking up the lube which she had laid out on the counter, squirting some onto his hand. She knew both young men were fully on board with fucking each other as well as her, had chosen them
specially; Oliver’s eyes were already wide with anticipation as he braced himself, knees on the rug, hands on the chaise longue, to take Bruno’s cock.
‘And if you take it all, right up your ass, every inch of him . . .’ Tamra filled her mouth with Cristal again, let it flow into Oliver’s, felt him swallow every drop –
‘you can fuck me after. Any position you choose. Wherever you want to put it.’
Bruno was working lube into Oliver’s ass, his hands dark on Oliver’s paler skin, his cock distended as he slid the condom on. Oliver was already moaning, both at the pounding he was
about to take and the prospect of fucking Tamra afterwards; she kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth as Bruno started to work his cock inside, and Tamra felt that too, felt Oliver shudder
and buck as the cock slid inexorably further into him, Tamra kissing him so hard now he could barely breathe, had to gasp for breath through his nose, as she had had to when his cock was jammed
right up to the roof of her mouth . . .
‘How are you going to fuck me?’ she whispered against his lips as Bruno started to move faster, beginning to slam Oliver’s more slender body against the chaise longue.
‘Where are you going to put that big fat cock of yours? You better keep it hard for me, you better not come now with Bruno’s cock up you . . . you better save it for me or
there’ll be trouble . . .’
Oliver wrenched his head back.
‘Now,’ he pleaded. ‘I want to fuck you now,
now,
let me do it now . . .’
Tamra felt an actual spark between her legs, as if a vibrator with a faulty connection had given her a tiny, very pleasurable electric shock.
‘
Awesome
idea!’ she said, jumping up and going to grab a condom; a bare minute later she was stretching out on the big rug, Oliver above her, his big cock, meaty and wide,
making her scream as he drove it into her in one shocking, almost painful stroke. Bruno was deep inside him, waiting for his cue to start moving again, and now he did, plunging in and out of Oliver
in the same rhythm that Oliver fucked Tamra, a chain of fucking, Tamra’s legs spread as wide as they could go so that Oliver could kneel between them, and Bruno behind him. Oliver’s
fair hair hung round his handsome face, his cheeks bright red, his eyes almost glazed with the intensity
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