The salty-sour flavor melted on my tongue. I shivered, waves of delight washing through me, stars washing across my vision as my pleasure built.Joseph...ne needed the same pleasure.“Zanyia!” she gasped, my fingers plunging into her pussy.Her hot, silky depths clenched down on my dicks. She whimpered into the pillow she hugged, her butt-cheeks clenching about my face. I swirled my tongue faster through her bowels, whipping her up to a froth as I plunged my fingers faster and faster into her. I realized then how tall he was. I shaded my eyes from the late afternoon sun as I looked up into a pair of light blue eyes. They were guarded and somewhat cautious, as if he might take flight at any moment. The dark blonde hair, rumpled by the autumn breeze, begged for my fingers to run through it.I shook myself. Where in the hell had that thought come from? "I'm Charlene. But my friends call me Charly." I know." He must have noticed my puzzled look because he continued, "We met at Francis'. Oh, if you’re smart, you’ll have checked into a hotel, and you’ll have packed several boxes of pre-moistened ass-wipes — along with twenty pairs of underwear. Yes, underwear. You’ll need them to keep the goop ‘up there’ while sprinting from the bed to the toilet. It’s disheartening when it runs down your legs. Take my word for it. Jug three goes down a half hour later, but you’ll probably drink this one while still seated on the throne. Your alimentary canal by this point is a one-way, non-stop. I squat down and grab an apron string in my mouth and give it a tug. Opening up the back so I can get to you. Kneeling down I trace the back of your leg. Down one side, and back up the other. Giving you a quick bite on the ass as I slip a finger around your waist band. With my teeth I rip your thong from your body. The sound of tearing cotton makes your toes curl. Grabbing your ankles I spread your feet apart, causing you to bite your lip. Pressed against the cabinet, and braced on the counter.