I moan in antisapation and he looksat me with his sexy, devilish grin and he says, "Get on the bed and lay on your back." I do as he asks and lay back...as he starts too take off his shirt. "Wait!" I jump up and grab the bottom of his shirt and he smiles and removes his hands as I replace them with mine and slowly pull his shirt over his body. His sexy chuckle resonates through out the room as I slip my hands down to the button of his jeans and into the band of his boxers, slowly sliding. I feel it running down my legs, soaking through mystockings, sloshing in my shoes. The fresh air felt cool on my cum- andpiss-soaked skin and clothes, drying the thick layer of cum on my faceinto a skin-tightening mask. The four-inch penis gag was back pushing onthe back of my throat, but it no longer made me gag - it actually seemedsmall and comfortable in comparison to the monsters that were roughlypushing their way through to what felt like the bottom of my stomach forthe past couple of. .." and then she thrust back."Oh... ngghhhh..." the moan coursed through my body as if every part of my flesh was moaning.Katrina attacked my pearl with her tongue and the mini orgasms started... again. I could hear Bridget and Charlotte kissing my neck and giggling as I whimpered in their tender embrace. Bri's hands slipped down to grip my waist and her expression turned into a stern, commanding grin; she then started pushing my hips down everytime Charlotte thrust and hilted, harder, faster. Spaniards have this thing for blondes," he continued, pulling my head back by my hair and reaching under me to pull on the pussy hair my Brazilian wax had left on my mound. He might have continued but the door opened and I heard men entering. I knew that men and women roamed the streets of the resort all night. I had the sinking feeling that Mary would have no difficulty finding 'customers' for my ass all night. It wasn't just men. Couples would come in and I'd hear female voices egging their.