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By now Brittany had rolled off Gina's face and watched transfixed as Gina' legs flailed in the air as I rammed in and out between her long luscious thighs. I could feel her tight bottom whirling and thrusting up to meet my every plunge. With Brittany now splayed back against the headboard my face could meet Gina's wonderful mouth still emanating with Brittany and finally taste all that her sweet fount had given. Bonus points for the vision of Gina's dark black hair fanning around her shimmering face had me fucking her hard brazen and boisterously. I felt Gina's sweet firm breasts press against me as our furious fuck maintained a delicious rhythm. Brittany charms faded as Gina's cunt enveloped my every attention. 

"I thought you," Gina exhaled hoarsly. "Came!" 

I grunted appreciatively.  

I was sweating and panting in a whirl of lathered passion. Grunting like an oarsman while servicing the Mediterranean beauty as she emanated sweet guttural breathy 
pleasure whines pitched to a frequency that spurred me faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her stretching accepting and all encompassing nethers.

Her slim waist was on a swivel as her long limbs wrapped and her nails scratched in her passion throes. Her lips locked onto my neck and she sucked so hard I knew I would have a hickey. She became part Hoover as they locked again on my neck and she sucked in a a sloppy wet and slurping fashion. 

I had not had a hickey in years, and certainly never received one while fucking and bucking for all my worth. Now Brittany was moaning and with a glance I could see her fingers had found purchase of her sweet and neglected pussy. She made a pouting face as if to say, "But I thought it was me you wanted to fuck." I gave her an encouraging wink and returned to the long resolute fucking of Gina. First things first. After all she let Gina take me to her bedroom while she was busy chatting up our General Manager Ron. I wonder where Ron went? 

Gina rolled me with a "Fuck This!" Straddled me and began to examine my still stiff semen and cunt coated cock and started pulling and rubbing it on her stretched and weeping snatch. 

"Will you look at this Brit."  

"Will you look what I am rubbing it on." 

"Will you please take over." 

I could not see Brittany's reaction because Gina had me flat, prone, and erect in her cupped  hand. All I could see was the ceiling and all I could feel was her soaked slit buried deep in her thick black bush on the bottom of my cock while my balls resided under her dripping cunt. She was still working me roughly like a bar of soap. Rubbing me on her snatch pressing my prick to her most desired places with the precision of an portrait painters oiled up brush.
  
"He sure seems to like you a lot." Brittany teased. 

"Well tis the season." Gina sighed, "So it's your turn to get fucked jolly." 

"Ho Ho Ho," said I.

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