You wouldn't believe how raunchy some of those girls can be. It's scandalous, but it got me wet as hell, talking with them. I got some good advice, an... there were some suggestions I'd like to try. I think you'll like it."I looked over to the passenger seat and discovered why Lynne's voice got huskier as she talked. She was rubbing her bare pussy as she was telling me all this! The smell of her filled the car, and now that I listened for it, I could hear quiet slurps and squishes while she. Glancing behind me, I was dismayed to see that the queue of guys waiting to take their turn with me had grown. I cursed my boyfriend Eddie and my own foolishness for agreeing to join a private swingers club. What I hadn’t known at he time was that as a newbie, I had to take a turn as the club’s “bike”, which involved my going bottomless and dr****g myself over the arm of a special sofa so that any single guy without a partner – and a few with partners – could fuck me whenever and as often as. I drew them back out sliding them over my responsive clit , parting as the both caressed each side of the now tingling hilt. I slid the up and down either side slowly, massaging my love juices around every inch of its erect orb. I brought my wet fingers up to my nipples and caressed them with the lovely sex cream I had created. Around each nipple making them harder and harder with every encirclement.The hot sun beating down on my body only adding to the heat building up within.I took each. She covered the skin of the cock in her spit, spreading it all over, and then dribbled some more, her glove wet and slippery like his bulging shaft. Her client breathed heavily.“Yes,” she went on. “It’s going to happen. It will take a while – but you want that, don’t you?”“Uhhh!” he groaned. “Yes!”“You want to feel the urge to come,” she said. “Feel it for as long as possible. It feels good, doesn’t it? Your cock swollen and hard, ready to burst. You like feeling the tension, the pressure.