My hands grasped like vices against her hips as I rammed myself like a trip hammer behind her, shoving back and forth inside her. The sexual tension all night had been immense but these two men had raised the sexual tension to new levels. “My name is Rosanna,” she told Morgana and me as we both kissed her by way of greeting. We are all friends and lovers here Rosanna. By the end of the night we weren’t at all disappointed with Raeline’s friend. Something I was comfortable with and flattered by, a much younger man giving me fellatio, wanting it, looking forward to, while two women my age watched a fifteen-years younger boy giving me a head job. When the show commenced right on nine, we quickly overlooked the drink prices. Asking, teasing, “Is he good honey?”
Morgana invited Raelene and her toy boy James around again for the following Sunday afternoon. “You love it.”
‘Yes, yes!’ she was almost screaming with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She gasped, her concentrated gaze out the window broken, her hands resting against the windowsill for support. He did, a huge tent in his slacks.
