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West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall

Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

spectacle to ramp up and escalate into something really show-stopping. Gia was the one to lick and suck the champagne from her breasts as Roxy arched her back. I watched those red lips tease the flesh of her neck, nibbling along her collar bone before her tongue slid out, rolling sensuously over Roxy’s wet skin. Gia threw a devilish smile at the crowd of admirers before she began lapping at those nipples. Even though the music was loud, I could see my girlfriend’s mouth open as she tilted her head back, pushing those perfect breasts into her mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” I heard Zane breath. “This might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” I glanced at him and then the crowd, glaring at all of them. I knew the kind of fantasies they were indulging. And really, how could they not want to fuck the two lusty nymphs on the table top? I knew it was an irrational kind of blame. In fact, I would have enjoyed every moment myself if it hadn't been Roxy up there, gyrating half-naked on the tabletop with wet breasts and a wide open smile, the champagne staining that damned expensive dress and trickling down her thighs like nectar onto her silver shoes. But it was Roxy, and I could hear a distant roar in my ears, even before I moved. It was like a crashing surf while I was being tugged underwater. Everything felt distorted. The cheers and whistles and Roxy throwing her hands up in the air to appease them all before pulling Gia in for a long passionate kiss. All I could see were those ... perfectly manicured hands sliding up my girlfriend’s thighs, moving the hem of the dress upward again and exposing that supple ass that was supposed to be all mine. I exploded out of my seat, no longer caring about spoiling the fun and latched onto Roxy’s wrist. She looked down at me, almost as an afterthought, bemused by the way I was intent on getting her off the table. “Are you jealous?” she teased. “Yes. Yes, I’m fucking jealous. Get down, for god’s sake.” She pouted, still thinking it was a game, giggling as I lifted her off the makeshift pedestal. I pulled the straps of her dress back up while people groaned in protest. Gia gave me a wry smile. “Nobody taught you to share, did they?” I glared up at her and eventually she shrugged and returned to dancing, putting on a solo show as though she was the paid entertainment. Still unsettled and no longer interested in negotiating an extended curfew, I began dragging Roxy through the crowd. Stubbornly she tried to yank herself back, trying to twist her hand from my grip, but it was clamped tight around her wrist. After all our little sexual games, I’d become an expert at physically restraining her. Controlling her emotions however, was a whole other matter. “I’m not leaving,” she announced. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I cried. “You want to get back up there and take the rest of your clothes off and finish things?” She glowered at me. “You’re so mean, Leo.” “I’m mean? I’m sorry if I don’t want to watch my girlfriend's tongue down ...