Finally she said “Well, I already have a drink – and it’s an open bar, you know.” Her voice was sexy, low and rich, smooth as silk and soft as...velvet, and I was slowly dying. Then a miracle happened; she reached out and saved me, pulling me back from the brink. She took my hand as she stood up, and, in that same great voice, said “I’d love it if you’d buy me a dance though.” There was that tiny, playful smile again, and a mischievous, sexy sparkle in her eyes as she acknowledged catching my. She returned to the court and strecthed a bit exposing her firm legsand also her naval ring. She seemed to stretch a little longer than required showing off her leg to the watchful eyes of the two. Then she bent to get her racket from her kit which caused her short skirt to ride up,sticking tightly to her firm round ass.The two men were now practically staring and had boners tenting their shorts. As she rose her shorts got stuck between her asscheeks making both of them gasp. She wiggled her. Ramming into her, making her cum and ultimately using her as a cum dump. That is what she wanted, to ultimately be a cum dump for men. During sex, Max would ask her - if she wanted to be a cum dump whore - she flooded his cock with her sweet musky juices, cumming hard as she usually did. She was a multi orgasmic woman, and at times in that flow of energy, she could orgasm without even being touched. Lisa was 37, brownish hair, green eyes, 1.65 metres tall, or short as some would say. She was. The one we had spoken about for the longest and the one that got us the hottest between the sheets. A Bi MMF threesome. This is where we had built up to. We had both had Bi experience, Mrs was laid by my side as I sucked a cock, but we had never managed to share the same cock. This was going to be the best night of our sexual lives, so we took plenty of time to find the right guy and make sure it was planned to perfection. After months of searching, we finally had a few guys we were both.