Christmas Tail

by Brenda McIntyre

Kate was bored with the office party. It was the same old crowd doing the same old drunk shit they wouldn’t remember in the morning. The boss, Mr. Perkins, older, grayer and fatter than he would like to admit, had decided to host the party in his own home this year. Now he was dancing with a wreath on his head and spilling eggnog on anyone in a skirt. Nancy was laughing much too loudly at Bob’s lame jokes (the same ones he told last year). Angie was palely leaning against a wall, looking as if she might puke.

Better to leave now, Kate thought. Maybe I can catch a Christmas movie on TV before turning in.

She headed to the bedroom where Mrs. Perkins had tossed everybody’s coats. Kate did not look forward to digging through the pile to find hers. She stopped in the doorway, and for one brief moment, it felt as if her heart stopped, too. Sitting there was the most gorgeous young man she had ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t be more than twenty-four. He was sitting on the corner of the bed, not looking at anything in particular.

Kate gathered her composure. He was just a man, after all. Hardly more than a boy compared to her.

She stepped into the room. “Excuse me,” she said softly.

The boy looked up. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were there.”

He wasn’t dressed for the party. He was wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt that seemed a size too small. Not that Kate minded – he looked well-muscled under that tee!

He stood, extending his hand. “I’m Erik,” he said. “Erik Perkins.”

She took his hand. It was warm and masculine. “Katherine Phelps,” she said, “but my friends call me Kate.”

“Well, I certainly hope we can be friends,” he said smiling.

Her heart skipped a beat. His dimples were adorable!

Stop it, she told herself. You’re lusting after a kid.

But he’s not a kid, her mind argued. He’s fully grown, a legal adult. He’s probably even housebroken.

“Or not,” Erik said, his face falling.

“Oh, sorry,” Kate said, realizing she had been staring and not speaking. “Of course I want to be friends. Maybe more.” She bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

“Really?” he asked, stepping closer to her. “Is dad’s party that boring?”

She swallowed hard. He was the boss’ son! His eyes were the deep blue of the ocean.

“I...I wouldn’t say boring,” she stammered.

“Why not?” he laughed. “All of dad’s parties are boring. He’s probably dancing and spilling punch on all the women.”

“Eggnog,” Kate said.

Erik stepped even closer. Kate suddenly wanted his big, strong arms around her.

“The next bedroom doesn’t have coats all over the bed.” he said. “Y’know, if you want to...sit and talk.”

She had a vision of all the things she would like to do with Erik. Things besides sitting and talking. She nodded. He took her hand in hers and led her to the next bedroom.

Christmas lights framing the window lent a soft glow to the room as they shone behind the burgundy curtain. The two sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t help but stare at this amazing specimen of manhood. Even if he was younger than she.

Then they were kissing, and Kate was dimly aware that she had initiated it. She pulled his face closer and let her tongue dance with his. She had gone this far, she figured, so she might as well go all the way. She tugged at his tee. He raised his arms over his head, letting her take it off. She ran her fingertips over his chest. She kissed those pects tenderly. She could feel his fingers curling under her top, getting ready to remove it.

She kissed lower on his belly, running her tongue over his washboard abs. His body thrilled her. She caressed his skin with her fingertips.

He peeled her top up, and she helped him get it off of her. She wanted to go back to kissing and caressing his body, but he was gently squeezing her breasts through her bra. He reached around and unhooked it, letting her breasts spring free.

For a moment he simply sat there admiring her full breasts. Kate felt a little awkward being looked at. But it was flattering to think he found her attractive. She wondered if that was how a model might feel.

He reached for her, caressing her breasts and giving them a squeeze. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and they stood erect. She gasped and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation.

His mouth was on her, pressed to her nipple. She moaned deep in her soul. He sucked it, teasing it into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth and she let out a squeal of surprise.

He sat back, and she immediately leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. She kissed his jaw line, his neck, his shoulder. Soon she was kissing his pects again. She felt his hands on her boobs, caressing her.

She ran her tongue down his incredible abs to his waistband. He moaned. She looked up at him as she caressed the bulge in his jeans. She popped open the snap, and slowly unzipped them.

“Kate,” he groaned, “you don’t have to....”

“But I want to give you a Christmas present,” she purred.

“Ooo! Looks like this is the right room after all,” a sultry voice said from the doorway.

Kate turned to look, simultaneously trying to cover her naked breasts. There in the doorway stood a knockout of a woman. She wore a sequined red dress that clung to her figure. Her breasts were large, like Kate’s, and barely contained by the low-cut dress. Her legs were long and lean. Her hair was raven-black, and her eyes sparkled in the dim light. Kate didn’t remember her from the office.

“Who are you?” Kate asked, almost before she realized she was asking.

“Nicolette,” the woman replied, strutting into the room. “Nikki to my friends.”

“Well, I certainly hope we can be friends,” Erik said from the bed.

“More than that, if you like,” Nikki said. She turned and shut the door, locking it. “It’s Christmastime, and I’m feeling generous.” She walked over to a stuffed chair and sat, crossing her long legs. “But don’t let me interrupt,” she continued. “I’m happy to watch for now.”

Kate wasn’t exactly comfortable having this stranger watch them. She looked up at Erik. He stroked her hair and murmured, “You don’t have to.”

That helped her make up her mind. She had an opportunity to have sex with this amazing young man, and if she didn’t take advantage of it, she might never have another one. She reached into his jeans and found his cock.

Before she even saw it, she could tell he was huge. It was monstrously thick, and she couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around it. She pulled it out and gasped.

“Baby...you’re so hard!” she cooed.

“Can’t help it,” he said. “Not with what you’re doing to me.”

She stroked him gently. A drop of precum oozed from the tip and she ran her thumb over it, making him moan. She leaned close and ran her cheek over his member. He moaned louder. She looked up into his eyes as she gave his shaft a tender kiss.

Nikki watched intently. Absently, she began to caress her breast through her dress.

Kate was running her tongue up and down Erik’s shaft, cooing and purring. Erik was moaning, and to Nikki it looked as if he was already trying not to blow his load. Slowly, Nikki unzipped her dress.

Kate ran the head of Erik’s cock along her closed lips. He groaned and thrust his hips, trying to force his cock into her mouth, but she wouldn’t let him.

Nikki wriggled out of her dress. Soon she was wearing only a pair of black lace panties as she sat and watched the show.

Kate wrapped her lips around the head of Erik’s cock. He groaned and thrust forward, making her gag. She pulled it out of her mouth and gasped. “You’ll choke me,” she said, looking up at him.

“Fuck her,” Nikki whispered from the easy chair. She had her hand in her panties, fingering herself.

Erik took charge. He turned Kate around and pushed her onto all fours, yanking up her skirt and pulling her panties aside. Kate moaned as he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Nikki watched as he took Kate’s hips in his hands and drove into her over and over again. There was a steady slapping sound as he fucked her.

Kate moaned. She closed her eyes. A moment later she opened them to see Nikki standing, slowly peeling off her panties. She stepped over to Kate.

Kate had never been with a woman before, but Nikki was moving closer, pressing her shaved quim ever closer to Kate. She reached out, took Kate’s chin, and gently lifted her face. Kate moaned as Erik drove his cock into her with more vigor. Nikki pressed her wetness to Kate’s mouth.

“Yes,” Nikki cooed. “Taste me. Taste my wet sex as he fucks you!”

Erik grunted and drove into her like a pile driver. Kate stretched out her tongue and lapped Nikki’s pussy. She tasted musky and heady. It was not at all unpleasant.

Erik grunted. He gave three hard thrusts, then pulled out of Kate. She was aware of him moving away, of him kissing Nikki as the latter pressed her cunt to Kate’s mouth. Soon the head of his cock was there between them. She was licking Nikki’s pussy and Erick’s cock! Precum oozed from the tip, and she licked it up greedily.

Erik slid his cock into Nikki’s pussy. He gave a few quick thrusts, then pulled out and pushed the head of his cock into Kate’s mouth. He was careful not to feed her more than she could handle. She tasted Nikki’s sex on him.

Then he pulled out of her mouth. He let the two of them rub against his massive member some more, Kate with her tongue and Nikki with her pussy. Then he pushed back into Nikki’s quim.

Nikki moaned as he entered her. She bent her knees slightly and moved her hips, riding him up and down. Kate tongued his shaft where he entered her, tasting more of Nikki’s wetness.

Nikki wrapped her arms around him.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!”

Erik grunted and drove into her. As he began slamming over and over into her, Kate moved back to watch.

“Oh, yes. Yes!” Nikki cried, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

For a moment Kate wondered if the party guests could hear Nikki’s cries. Then she decided most of them were too drunk to notice. She removed her skirt and tugged off her panties.

Nikki squealed. A moment later she shuddered from head to toe as she came. Erik did not slow down, but kept plowing into her.

“Oh, don’t cum!” Nikki gasped. “Don’t cum, baby! You’ve gotta fuck Kate again!”

Erik grunted and gave Nikki one last thrust. He pulled out of her and turned to face Kate.

“Please,” Kate begged with a whisper as she lay back on the bed.

Erik knelt on the firm mattress. He took Kate’s hips in his hands and pulled her to him. He rubbed the head of his prick over her clit before pushing inside.

Kate groaned with delight. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. As he began thrusting into her, she pushed back against him. She moaned and purred.

Erik grunted with each thrust. He fucked her hard. Nikki moved close and brought her breast to his mouth. He nipped and sucked it hungrily as he fucked Kate. In and out. In and out. Until Kate was moaning and cumming on his massive cock.

“Uuuhhnhh!” Erik groaned as Kate’s pussy clenched his cock. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to both of us,” Nikki pleaded.

Erik pulled out, but he was already spurting. White hot cum splattered on Kate’s firm belly. She moaned and squirmed at the sticky mess. Nikki leaned forward and caught his cum with her tongue. Most of it. Some of it splashed onto her face and hair.

“Oohh, god,” Erik groaned.

Nikki wrapped her lips around him, sucking out the last of his seed.

Kate lay on the bed panting, exhausted but happy. Soon Nikki was licking Eric’s cum from her belly.

“Merry Christmas,” Nikki purred. She kissed Kate tenderly, then added, “to both of you.”

She slipped on her panties and stepped into her sequined dress.

“Hey,” Kate called as Nikki zipped up the dress. “Do I know you? Do you work at the office?”

Nikki flashed a dimpled smile.

“Just think of me as Saint Nikki,” she purred.

Then she unlocked the bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

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A Hot Start

If you follow me, you've undoubtedly noticed I haven't published anything in a while. That's because I've been busy working on my novel, Sweet Revenge. Below you'll find the opening scene for the book. I thought a quick, steamy start would be best. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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Scarlet wasn’t sure when her parents would be home. But Lorenzo’s kisses were so passionate, she made no effort to resist them. She didn’t protest when he started unbuttoning her blouse. In fact, she began tugging off his shirt.

Soon they were caressing each other’s naked bodies as their tongues danced. Lorenzo traced his palms around the curve of her breasts. She moaned softly into his mouth as her fingers found his prick. He was rock-hard, huge and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around him (as best she could around such a thick cock) and began stroking him.

It was his turn to moan. He thrust his hips, sliding his meat through her fist. Precum oozed from the tip. She kissed his neck, his shoulder. He gasped as she began kissing his chest. She kept stroking him as her tongue flitted over his pects. His precum oozed over her fingers. She kept stroking.

He sighed as she ran her tongue down his belly.

She knelt in front of him, rubbing his cock over her cheek as she looked up at him.

“So big and hard,” she cooed. She stretched her tongue out, licking up the precum oozing down the shaft. He moaned again.

She swirled her tongue in circles, covering every inch of his cock. He groaned and thrust it at her.

“You want me to suck you, don’t you?” she teased.

He didn’t answer, but thrust his prick toward her mouth again.

She cooed and wrapped her lips around the swollen head. She bobbed her head, sucking. He began to thrust, and his massive meat made her gag.

She pulled his member out of her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm...I need you, baby. I need you now!”

Lorenzo reached out and helped her to her feet. Then he lifted her and gently set her on the couch. He planted his mouth on her large breast, teasing the nipple with his lips. She moaned as he took her nipple into his warm mouth. He suckled her, grazing her nipple with his teeth. She gasped and writhed, her hips moving, seeking his cock but only finding his hip.

He shifted and kissed her belly.

“Oh, baby!” she cooed as he kissed lower. He kissed tenderly, just above her mound, making her whimper. He caressed the spot he had just kissed as he moved his mouth to her inner thigh. She gasped as he kissed and tongued her thigh, moving her hips, trying to get her sex to his lips.

She purred as his mouth made contact with her most intimate place. He kissed her outer labia. He ran the tip of his tongue over them. She squealed as his tongue slipped inside.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as she thrust her hips, trying to fuck his tongue like a cock. But he held firmly onto her hips, limiting her movements.

He moved his tongue slowly, exploring her, tasting her. She cooed and whimpered, craving more. He slipped his tongue out of her and ran the flat of it over her clit.

“Ooh, my god,” she moaned.

Her legs wrapped around his head and she moaned softly as she came.

If Lorenzo had any hesitation, it vanished when he tasted her orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from her sex and knelt beside the couch, his cock rock hard and throbbing. He rubbed the head over her clit before kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal on his tongue. Then he slowly pushed inside.

Scarlet moaned as Lorenzo stretched her pussy. He groaned as he kept pushing, ever slowly, until he was balls deep in her. He sighed and thrust slowly, pulling his cock almost completely out of her and then slowly sinking all the way in again.

Scarlet gasped with each thrust. She held on to his hips and pushed back against his thrusting, wanting desperately for him to quicken the pace. Which he did, after what seemed an eternity.

Soon he was grunting, fucking her faster, his flesh slapping against hers. She moaned and fingered her clit, bringing herself to orgasm a second time.

Just as she was yelling, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” the door opened and both of her parents walked in.

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Photo Shoot

by Brenda McIntyre

I wasn’t sure I was ready for a job. When I lived with Marcelo he insisted I stay at home while he earned the money. But he left me for some redheaded bimbo, so now I was on my own.

Signing on with the modeling agency had seemed like a good idea. People say I’m pretty. Why not pose for a camera? But this was my first job for the agency, and I was already having second thoughts.

This first job was a lingerie shoot. I’d have to be more than pretty. I had to be sexy. And I wasn’t too sure about wearing next to nothing for the camera. But the pay was good, and I did have to come up with rent.

I wanted to look professional, but not overdressed. I decided on a black skirt, black top and a white jacket. Nylons and sensible shoes completed the outfit.

I arrived at the studio ten minutes early. It wouldn’t make a good impression to show up late for my very first gig! The photographer was checking the lighting through his viewfinder. He turned to me as I approached.

“Hi,” I said, extending my hand, “I’m Brenda.”

“Brenda,” he said, taking my hand in his. “Armando.” His hand was firm and strong, and his eyes were a deep, unfathomable brown. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss my hand. He didn’t.

“This is Anaïs,” he said, turning. He gestured toward the most stunning woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was a little taller than me, with raven-black hair that fell in curls well past her shoulders and emerald green eyes. I realized my mouth was open, so I closed it and swallowed.

“You’ll be working with her,” Armando went on.

Anaïs walked towards me, her hips swaying slightly. Her movements were catlike, and her smile was disarmingly beautiful. “Enchanté,” she said in a thick French accent. She took my hand in hers. For another moment, I thought she would kiss my hand. My heart fluttered, and I found myself wishing she would. She didn’t. My face grew warm, and I realized I was flushed. I had never been attracted to women before, and it was odd this woman excited me so.

We would be working together. My mind raced to lingerie ads I had seen with two women, both barely dressed, caressing each other. My face grew warmer and I was aware of a growing wetness. I could hardly speak, but I managed a “Likewise.” I felt so awkward and stupid, but Anaïs gave me her adoring smile. That calmed me somewhat.

Armando cleared his throat, and I realized he’d been watching us. “Ladies, you’ll find hangars with your names on them.” He swept his hand toward a tri-fold screen. I gulped. I had just assumed we would get a dressing room. The screen was opaque, but it looked flimsy. I knew I was plenty clumsy enough to knock the whole thing over.

“Coming?” Anaïs purred looking over her shoulder at me. I followed her behind the screen, watching the muscles of her ass as they clenched with every step.

Hanging on the screen were, indeed, two hangars. Both outfits were lacey. One was black, one white. Figuring the black one was meant to match Anaïs’ hair, I looked at the tag on the white outfit. It was mine: a bra and panty set with a wide, but sheer, garter belt, nylons, and garters. A pair of matching stiletto heels was on the floor under the hangar.

As I undressed and put on the skimpy outfit, I was very aware of Anaïs changing next to me. I made it a point not to look at her. I didn’t even glance. The sight of her had already taken my breath away, and I wasn’t sure how I would react to seeing her naked body. I hoped I didn’t come across as haughty.

“Voila!” Anaïs said. I looked up and my knees went wobbly.

There she was, smiling her winning smile, her curly black hair looking perfect and her emerald eyes sparkling. She wore an adorable black lace Basque with matching panties, garters, nylons, and a pair of black stilettos.

“You look great,” I managed hoarsely.

“As do you, ma chérie,” she said with that cute inflection of hers. She strutted around the folding screen and again I watched the curve of her ass.

“Ah,” Armando said, “you both look marvelous. He gestured to the set. It was divided into two areas. Roughly two thirds was done up as a plush bedroom. The other third was a limbo set: a blank cream-colored wall. There were a couple of wooden chairs which could be dragged over to the limbo set to be used as props. I was grateful that Armando had gestured to the limbo set. I wasn’t sure I was ready to pose with Anaïs in a bedroom. As I stood in front of the cream wall, I wondered how intimate Armando expected us to be? (Pretend to be, I reminded myself. Anaïs and I had just met. We were practically strangers.)

Anaïs stood next to me and we posed while Armando’s camera clicked away. I tried one hand on my hip, the fingers of my other hand entwined in my hair. Sometimes we stood back-to-back, but mostly we faced the camera.

“Good, good,” Armando said encouragingly as he snapped another photo. “Now interact with each other.”

Anaïs’ arm came around my waist. I felt all tingly where her fingers rested on my side near my belly. I felt her fingers in my hair, and she gently turned my face to her. Her emerald eyes sparkled, and her visage expressed desire – a hunger. My mouth went dry as I wondered if she was going to kiss me.

Armando kept snapping pictures, so I put my hand on Anaïs’ waist. She purred softly and moved just a bit closer. I was imagining her mouth pressed to mine.

“Good,” Armando said. “Give me more.”

Anaïs broke away, and I suddenly had the realization it was all just show for her. She brought over one of the wooden chairs, inviting me to sit. I did. She stood behind me, her soft hands on my shoulders. I looked up at her. She leaned forward, looking at the camera as Armando snapped another shot. She looked down at me for the next pose.

Without warning she leaned close and kissed me. It was quick but tender. I didn’t have time to respond. My heart fluttered.

“Yes,” Armando said. “Remember what lingerie is for.”

Anaïs took my hands and had me stand again. She scooted the chair aside. Gently she turned my back to the camera. We kissed again. I felt her tongue pressing into my mouth. Her hands were behind me, unhooking my bra. I felt a growing wetness between my legs as my knees went weak.

She had it off, and it fell to the floor. Then she turned me to the camera again. She stood behind me, close, her hands covering my bare breasts. I looked into the camera lens as Armando snapped some more pics. I’m sure I looked appropriately aroused.

Anaïs nuzzled my neck and Armando’s camera clicked off several more shots. I let my eyes fall shut. Having this beautiful creature touch me so intimately was bliss.

Eventually, Anaïs turned me toward herself again. She guided me to take off her Basque. Her breasts were exquisite, with dark purplish nipples. I’m sure I stared. Then she pulled me to her for another pose. Our naked breasts mashed together. I could feel the growing wetness below, and worried that it could be seen staining my lace panties. Anaïs turned to look at the camera, and I followed her lead.

Soon she was looking at me again with those hungry green eyes. She stroked my hair, and I found myself grinding on her thigh. This wasn’t a photo shoot anymore. The burning desire I had for Anaïs was real. She kissed me, and I could feel her own growing passion in that kiss.

She broke our kiss, looking deeply into my eyes. She placed her hands on my hips and gently pushed me away. She took both of my hands in hers and just gazed into my eyes for a long moment. I was aware of the camera clicking away, and wondered if the photos were publishable, since both of our naked breasts were exposed.

Still holding my hands, she guided me over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her. To my surprise, she did not sit next to me, but knelt in front of me. She wasn’t really going to....?

She kept looking up at me with those exquisite eyes. He palm brushed across the inside of my thigh, near my knee. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Carefully she unhooked the garter. Somewhere far away the shutter of a camera clicked.

She leaned in, peeled down my nylon, and kissed my thigh where she had rubbed it. I moaned and tossed my head back. Slowly she worked her way along my thigh, with kisses, licks, pecks and flutters. My pussy was so wet!

By the time she was halfway up my thigh, I was moaning. I bent my head forward to look at her. I stroked her glorious curly hair as she continued to excite me. She kissed right next to the lace panties and I cooed, moving my hips in a small circle.

“Oh, Anaïs!” I gasped. “You don’t have to....”

She looked up into my eyes again. “I want to, chérie,” she purred. Then she gave a long lick to my panties with the flat of her tongue.

I moaned and pulled her head to me, grinding over her firm tongue.

“Tres excité!” she murmured.

My eyes were closed again, but I could feel her tender fingers pulling the panties aside. She placed a wet kiss on the outer lips of my pussy and I squealed. She spread the folds of my flesh with her fingertips and ran the tip of her tongue over my inner lips. I  raised my leg, instinctively bringing her closer with the stiletto heel..

I groaned as she rubbed my clit with her thumb. She ran her tongue up and down my slit. She took my hips in her hands and pressed her tongue inside.

I cried out, bucking and fucking her tongue. Just as I was about to lose control completely, she pulled her mouth away.

“Ah, ma chérie,” she cooed. “Orgasme pour moi.”

I was gasping, unable to form words. She took one of my labia between her lips and sucked it tenderly. Then her tongue slipped back inside me.

I moaned over and over, bucking and grinding. Anaïs purred and cooed as I came on her tongue. I was barely aware that the camera had been clicking away this whole time.

She was climbing me, using my body like a ladder to climb onto the bed. She left a trail of little kisses along my belly. She grabbed one of my boobs and gave it a squeeze. I let out a little moan as she pressed her lips to my nipple. I took her hips as she suckled me and pressed her thigh between my legs. She kept nursing me as I levered my hips against her, rubbing my sex on her thigh.

She continued her climb as I lay back. She was on top of me, kissing my mouth. I could feel her heat. My hands caressed her ass.

“Oh, baby,” I purred. “Let me taste you, now.”

She smiled, her emerald eyes sparkling. She rolled off of me, unhooked her garters, and slowly peeled her panties away. As she kicked out of them, I saw she was shaved smooth.

She kissed me once more. She ran her tongue across my lower lip, then used it to explore my mouth. I could taste my juices on her.

Suddenly she sat upright. She smiled that adorable smile of hers, then straddled my head. My breath caught in my throat as I realized this was actually about to happen.

I watched her pussy as she slowly lowered it to my waiting mouth. When she was close enough, I mashed my mouth to her, sucking gently as I lapped my tongue all over the outside. I spread her apart with my fingertips and gently probed inside with my tongue. She had a taste which I can only compare to a fine wine. Only it wasn’t like that at all.

She began moving, a sort of up-and-down/back-and-forth all at the same time.

I licked, sucked, and explored. I fucked her with my tongue, slipping it in and out quickly. I flicked my tongue over her clit. I slid one hand down to my own pussy, fingering myself.

Anaïs moaned as she rode my face. I’m pretty sure she was pinching her nipples. (I couldn’t exactly see from my angle).

“Ah! Ma chérie!” she moaned. “Ah, oui!” She squealed and moved her hips in circles as she came. I moaned into her and brought myself to a second orgasm before hers subsided.

She slid off of me onto the bed. We spent a breathless moment relishing the afterglow.

Anaïs turned toward Armando. I had forgotten he was here with us, photographing our entire tryst. “Come out from be’ind ze camera,” she said in her exotic accent. She looked back at me, but kept talking to Armando. “I zink we could both use some cock now.”

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