popped into my mouth. I heard footsteps and froze, a busboy hauling a load of dishes rushed by, not noticing me, but I knew I had to try to move as carefully as possible lest someone notice me skulking around.
As I pressed through the bushes, I could hear sounds coming from the cabana. More moans, wet slurps. There was no doubt what was going on. Despite the scratches on my arms and legs and the fear of getting caught, I knew I had to get a peek at what was going on. And then I heard it.
“Oh God, that’s just brilliant!” exclaimed Trent’s unmistakable voice.
A woman giggled.
I sighed. They had decided to double team him, the lucky, fucking bastard. Was he sitting back like a pasha as the two women took turns sucking his cock? Was he railing my wife doggy style while Annabelle kissed his neck and urged him to stick it in Claire’s ass? I almost backed away. I wasn’t sure I could actually take watching him fuck my wife. But instead of retreating, I was moving forward. I might not be able to take it, but I knew I had to see it.
I reached the fabric wall of the cabana and cautiously lifted up the hem. The sounds of licking and sucking got immediately louder. He was getting his dick sucked, enthusiastically from the sound of it. I moved slowly, knowing that they would notice the movement of a fabric before they noticed a pair of eyes peering from beneath. With my face on the ground, I peeked inside.
It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. Trent was, indeed, sitting on the big day bed getting his dick sucked, but Annabelle wasn’t there, and neither was Claire. Instead, the woman so enthusiastically slobbering his knob was the Millionaire’s wife, the luscious, South American woman whose curves I couldn’t help but admire.
She was obviously an expert cocksucker, easily handling his long, thick tool, suckling on his fat mushroom head eagerly. She swallowed him deep and massaged his balls, then switched it up by licking his scrotum while pumping his shaft wetly with both hands.
Even more than her handling of his cock, however, what stood out was her showmanship. She was between his legs, ass high in the air, back arched, long, silky hair carefully thrown to the side. She wasn’t just good at giving head, she looked good doing it. Even as she bobbed up and down on his prick, she kept her eyes fixed on his, giving him a great view of her pretty face and her mouth engulfing his cock.
She crawled further up between his legs, her tongue licking its way over his abdomen, stopping to kiss his flat belly. Her large, natural breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples brushing his erection. As she sucked on his nipples, she reached down and resumed stroking his cock firmly. His prick, well lubed by saliva and pre-cum, squished wetly in her firm grip.
She rose up suddenly, on one knee and positioned herself over him. She was shaved bare, which was at once sexy and at the same time incongruous, given her voluptuousness. Her pussy lips were plump and visibly wet. I wondered if he’d eaten her out earlier or if it was just her own excitement. She rubbed his fat cock head against her slit, and her labia seemed to reach out to swallow him in.
“Ah, yes!” she hissed with a delightfully subdued Latin accent.
She fixed him with a fiery gaze. She was suddenly no longer the submissive, little slut servicing a man, but rather a hungry, experienced woman about to reap her own pleasure. She lowered herself onto him firmly, confidently, taking his entire length and girth without hesitation.
“Mmmmm,” she cried, as she ground into him.
He seized her firmly, grabbing her ass cheeks and pumping them back and forth, urging her on. She pressed her hands against his powerful chest and thrust her hips faster, setting her big tits in motion, swinging back and forth almost hypnotically. Her boobs caught Trent’s attention as well. He let go of her ass and instead grabbed big handfuls of tit in each hand and mauled them
As I pressed through the bushes, I could hear sounds coming from the cabana. More moans, wet slurps. There was no doubt what was going on. Despite the scratches on my arms and legs and the fear of getting caught, I knew I had to get a peek at what was going on. And then I heard it.
“Oh God, that’s just brilliant!” exclaimed Trent’s unmistakable voice.
A woman giggled.
I sighed. They had decided to double team him, the lucky, fucking bastard. Was he sitting back like a pasha as the two women took turns sucking his cock? Was he railing my wife doggy style while Annabelle kissed his neck and urged him to stick it in Claire’s ass? I almost backed away. I wasn’t sure I could actually take watching him fuck my wife. But instead of retreating, I was moving forward. I might not be able to take it, but I knew I had to see it.
I reached the fabric wall of the cabana and cautiously lifted up the hem. The sounds of licking and sucking got immediately louder. He was getting his dick sucked, enthusiastically from the sound of it. I moved slowly, knowing that they would notice the movement of a fabric before they noticed a pair of eyes peering from beneath. With my face on the ground, I peeked inside.
It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. Trent was, indeed, sitting on the big day bed getting his dick sucked, but Annabelle wasn’t there, and neither was Claire. Instead, the woman so enthusiastically slobbering his knob was the Millionaire’s wife, the luscious, South American woman whose curves I couldn’t help but admire.
She was obviously an expert cocksucker, easily handling his long, thick tool, suckling on his fat mushroom head eagerly. She swallowed him deep and massaged his balls, then switched it up by licking his scrotum while pumping his shaft wetly with both hands.
Even more than her handling of his cock, however, what stood out was her showmanship. She was between his legs, ass high in the air, back arched, long, silky hair carefully thrown to the side. She wasn’t just good at giving head, she looked good doing it. Even as she bobbed up and down on his prick, she kept her eyes fixed on his, giving him a great view of her pretty face and her mouth engulfing his cock.
She crawled further up between his legs, her tongue licking its way over his abdomen, stopping to kiss his flat belly. Her large, natural breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples brushing his erection. As she sucked on his nipples, she reached down and resumed stroking his cock firmly. His prick, well lubed by saliva and pre-cum, squished wetly in her firm grip.
She rose up suddenly, on one knee and positioned herself over him. She was shaved bare, which was at once sexy and at the same time incongruous, given her voluptuousness. Her pussy lips were plump and visibly wet. I wondered if he’d eaten her out earlier or if it was just her own excitement. She rubbed his fat cock head against her slit, and her labia seemed to reach out to swallow him in.
“Ah, yes!” she hissed with a delightfully subdued Latin accent.
She fixed him with a fiery gaze. She was suddenly no longer the submissive, little slut servicing a man, but rather a hungry, experienced woman about to reap her own pleasure. She lowered herself onto him firmly, confidently, taking his entire length and girth without hesitation.
“Mmmmm,” she cried, as she ground into him.
He seized her firmly, grabbing her ass cheeks and pumping them back and forth, urging her on. She pressed her hands against his powerful chest and thrust her hips faster, setting her big tits in motion, swinging back and forth almost hypnotically. Her boobs caught Trent’s attention as well. He let go of her ass and instead grabbed big handfuls of tit in each hand and mauled them
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