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Chinese Massage Triangle
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ANcpl, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
Max hissed between clenched teeth as his sizzling seed gushed into me, it felt like he’d tapped a well. Quivering, spent, his limbs turning to water, he collapsed on top of me his hot liquor trickling down my thigh saturating the air with the aroma of hot blistering sex. With eyes transfixed on my swollen, oozing sex. Jack tentatively inhaled the scent. “Hummm… channel-de-cunt,” he whispered to himself. Drawn by the creamy broth dribbling from me, Jack’s fingers celebrated our bliss and danced in paradise. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he lifted his glistening fingers and tasted the mix of his wife’s and another man’s essence. Wow… that was hot. We lay in the afterglow for a long time, unable to move, not needing to talk. When we finally spoke, it was in metaphorical grunts and moans of appreciation. “Why don’t you stay? I can sleep on the couch,” offered Max With no pressing reason to be elsewhere, either tonight or in the morning, we accepted. “There’s no need to stay on the couch,” replied Jack, “There’s plenty of room in the bed.” Physically and emotionally exhausted, we settled for the night. I cuddled between them, my head in the nook of Jack’s shoulder, my ass towards Max. Once the conversation faded we all drifted off. Sometime later, on the twilight edge of sleep, I sought reassurance it wasn’t all a hallucination. Reaching behind me, I encircled Max’s totem and enjoyed the feel of its strength stirring in my delicate hand. Max reciprocated by cupping my moist ...