The shrimp from the birthday lunch had made me sick. “The door.”
I blinked in disbelief, then spun to close the door, and spun back, still gaping. XXX I could feel his tip on my hole, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing backward into it. Lisa sat beside me, arms out in the breeze accompanying a glass of shiraz. He looked me up and down once again, then brought his mouth down beside my ear – his naked chest just inches from my own. But at the same time, my inebriated brain was being pulled back to the man by the pool. No!” I said to her. “You a stare at me.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came. One hand around my waist, his other clamped gently around my neck. “Feche a porta,” he said, in a deep whisper. With an almighty roar, he thrust into me one last time, squirting a thick load
