Then a light blue string bikini with triangle cups caught my eye. I reached for it and Mallory stopped me to take it herself.“Don’t touch, you’l... get cum all over it.”I laughed so hard the woman at the counter looked over at us, about Mallory’s age, wearing her own resort version of khaki shorts and a polo shirt.“See what you did, now she’s on her way over,” Mallory said.Slight and blonde, with perky B-cups turning up her shirt and sweetly pushing up a name tag reading “Katey,” she stepped over. He started using his mobile after some time. Ashok was kissing me for 5 minutes.“This is a fucking contest, you have been kissing her for 5 minutes. Show your stamina or accept the defeat,” Michael said.Ashok got angry and tore my dress. He made me lay on the sofa and fucked me in the missionary position. After 6 minutes he started shivering and he slowed down a bit. I knew he was gonna explode. He tried to hold it but he ejaculated on my navel.“Even though you spent 5 minutes kissing, I will. ”Cyra chuckled and replied, “Thank you. I’ll let you enjoy the start of your weekend. Sorry for disturbing you.”“Good night Cyra. And good luck tomorrow.”Cyra was tempted to tell me that the way I say her name excites her. And when she thinks of me she gets instantly wet. Instead, she bit her lip and said, “Good night, Gil.”She placed her phone on the window sill and settled into the pillows on the chair. She slid one leg from underneath her body and placed her foot on the carpeted floor. Cyra. Only then did he reach up to cup and kiss her butt cheeks. He slid his tongue down her back, over the healthy swell of her ass, down to her luscious thighs. He placed both gloved hands on either firm cheek and squeezed them before parting them wide. Her small, tight red anus beckoned, spasming at his stimulation. He pressed his lips to puckered opening, tracing it with his tongue. He slid his tongue in and out, exploring. She looked over her shoulder at him, her face full of dreamy, doe-like.