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Rachael was moaning loudly into my dick, the vibrations sending me over the edge as I emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into her hungry mouth. “Oh fuck yeah!” Jess yelled, feeling my balls contracting. With a loud pop, Rachael came off my cock, Jess didn’t miss a beat and attached her own mouth to my wilting member, sucking hard to get the last droplets of my orgasm. As soon as she lifted off, her and Rachael met in an extremely exotic kiss, passing my cum back and forth between them. That alone was enough to send the blood rushing back to my deflating tool. After a few seconds they parted, both looking at me and opening their mouths to show the shared pool of my seed covering both wriggling tongues. In a moment of subline synchronicity, they both closed their mouths and swallowed, beaming smiles on both faces. I could only watch in stunned silence. “Well, that should relax you” Jess said, still grinning. Rachael had return her attention to my cock and was gently stroking it, “I cannot get over how good you taste” she said, kissing the tip before tucking it back into my boxers. “I could seriously get addicted to that thing.” Jess giggled in agreement as they stood me up, my knees unsteady beneath me, and helped me dress and straighten my clothes. A Lesbian loud knock on the door snapped us all from our intimate tryst, as a stage hand popped his head around the door and told us the event would be starting in 5 minutes, “The ladies will have to re-join your group on the Veranda” He added, giving me a knowing smile. Jess and Rachael both gave me a quick peck on the cheek, before sauntering out of the room, Jess making an exaggerated and intentional show of wiping her lips as she passed the young stage hand. He blushed slightly as she turned back to me and winked. I chuckled to myself before sitting back down and getting into the zone. A few slow and deep breaths and I was calm and focused. The ladies really had done an excellent job of relaxing me, I thought to myself as the stage hand returned to get me. I was led out into a different corridor to the one I had entered in. A large queue, mostly consisting of men, was lined up behind a large set of ornate double doors. The stage hand made a point of placing me at the end of the queue and keeping me there. I could make out muffled music from behind the door and an announcement halfway through. “….regional finals of the international poker championship.” The announcer was saying, an equally muffled cheer came up from the crowd. “more than sixty of our local champions will battle for a place in the National finals and remember folks. There is japanese no prize for second place!” another cheer. The matter soon passed from my consciousness. Maybe I overrated my sobrietitiousness. From her online exploits Aja knew that they were being recorded even japanese now, their anxiousness and excitement captured for the uncut edition. The boats were attacked like caterpillars dropped into the Lesbian paths of army ants. Luckily, my tray hid the bulge in my pants when the stewardess served me my drink. “Happy birthday!” Soon the pleasure was uncontrollable I started pushing his head in between my legs. He loves Kavita so greatly that he is able to forgive, accept, and commit to proving himself in her eyes and winning his wife back, while also subconsciously desiring, in an act of ultimate devotion, to lose his wife to a better man in order to a better man. She admired his butt and even got a peek at his cute little brown bum hole. I was blithering like an idiot. "Good," He spoke sinisterly. "Keep your mouth open!!!" he shouted and as her lips unlocked . . .