It was a shame that we had to leave the idyllic setting to return to London on the Sunday and that I didn’t get to fuck Emily. “Do it Gary.”
Without further objection from Lisa, she allowed my cock to poke at her quivering ring, as she in turn continued to slurp up and down at Lisa’s clit. So tight was Lisa that it felt like my cock head was being strangled. Lisa screamed, and God only knows how we weren’t discovered. Back inside, Emily led us both to the shower. Lisa looked up, shock in her eyes. Tongue working the underside of the swollen purple head, her lips enveloped, dispensing a pool of spittle. At the same time, with her free hand Emily considerately stroked the length of my cock, keeping it interested. Lisa sucked in a lungful of air air before her face embedded once more in Emily’s pussy like a rock climber to an an oxygen mask.
