I lifted my head again and found Samara’s form still lying across the other leg of the sectional. XXX Samara absentmindedly fondled my junk. Finally she withdrew and collapsed back onto the sofa beside me, smacking her lips noisily. We bid Ewan farewell, and after another smoke break, settled in for a third movie and another round of drinks. Alone near the bar, I rubbed at my shorts-constrained erection before finally getting about the business of bartending. I heard the hair dryer whir as I buried my face one last time into Samara’s slippery cunt. Then at Marina’s face. He tossed it casually to me. His hairless crotch looked so smooth in the blue TV light. “Hmm, I’d better eat you out one more time, just in case I never get to again,” I responded.
