Bekki's nose was in her pussy while her tongue rimmed her asshole. Meanwhile, agile, practiced fingers danced darkly among the folds of her shaved cunt. Bekki masterfully played her clit like a professional handles an instrument, caressing it for optimum performance, coaxing heights of excellence from it that only pure appreciation could evoke. Bekki instinctively knew how much pressure was right, how many swirls per minute her pulsing clit could tolerate, and how to pace the frigging so that climax was just far enough away to be necessary.

Gilberto fucked her mouth with a controlled and rhythmic pumping that stretched her lips. His thrusts pushed the tip of his cock against the inside of her mouth at first, but then he switched the angle so her tongue could wrap around him better. As she lapped up his prolific pre-cum, he filled the palm of his hand with her tit. He jiggled her as he fucked her mouth. When she turned to watch Mike, he spurt in grand, messy eruptions the moment their eyes met. His orgasm triggered her own. She felt herself ejaculate into Bekki's burrowing face but the woman did not stop licking. Gilberto's cock fucked her mouth even faster, muffling what would have been her screams of delight. He fed her thick ropes of semen to quiet her further.

When she awoke, feather touches danced at her calves. She was still on her back. Bekki grinned from her place near Marisa's feet. "The men went out for a while. I think they were tired. May I stick my nipple in your cunt while we wait for them to get back?"

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