i rest up a bit with the South African before i jump on my bike and ride out to the 3 way that was planned earlier.
walk straight in, the client told me. he was already on the bed watching the 2 other guys fuck. one was hot, tall, square shoulders, well built and a big cut cock. the other wasn't my type but had a perfect body (which is probably why he wasn't my type. there ain't nothing sexy about perfection) a little chest hair and dark skin. but hey, a hole is a hole and he had 2 that worked perfectly. good kissers, nice big cocks. was a good night and we put on a damn good show. the one that wasn't my type left early. the hotter one used to be an escort. now he's in a relationship and only works for this one client he knows well. now he was a lone i could tell deep down he was a pig. from the way he was kissing i knew he wanted me to spit in his mouth. the second i did he went nuts. i grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and plowed his arse until he blew his load then blew my own load all over him.
"wow! that's so much cum!"
"naww," i blushed, even if do hear that all the time, "'twas nothing"
that's when i remembered there was a client there. lying back, propped up on one elbow, fully clothed watching us. sometimes you get so into the moment you forget what the hell is going on around you.
did the earth move? fucked if i know. i was too busy having sex! oh, you meant...
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