Clad in a dress that was equal parts filigreed plate mail and diaphanous billows of silk, Astrid Qvistsjö knelt on the carpeted floor of her first-class compartment and bobbed her head to the relentless rhythm rising up from below.
Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Dickety-dick. Suckety-suck.
The conductor checked his pocket watch, then leaned down and chuckled, “All aboard!” before taking her head in his hands and pumping a load of hot, salty jism into her mouth.
Astrid leaned back with satisfaction, tossing her long blonde hair behind her and flashing her icy blue eyes as she licked her lips clean.
“Well, Mrs. Kvist-hyuh,” the conductor said indulgently as he hitched up his trousers. (He made it his business to correctly pronounce the names of all the first-class passengers, not just the ones who blew him.) “We’re almost at the end of the line. I appreciate the companionship; a man can get lonely riding the rails all night.”
“I was glad to do it,” she replied with a sweet smile. “I have been enjoying myself over the past two weeks, now that I have decided to leave my husband.”
“Well, well,” the conductor laughed as he buttoned his fly and straightened the drooping silk poppy on his uniform lapel. “His loss is our gain. Will you be staying in Florida, then?”
“That remains to be seen,” she replied as she rose, smoothing the flowing white skirt of her damascened dress before settling on her seat and opening her compact mirror. Her lipstick was, not surprisingly, a mess. She snapped the compact closed again. “I may need to return to New York in a few days to conclude some financial affairs.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to make you my top priority if I see you on the Seaboard Overnighter again.”
“Ja, I would expect nothing less. Now tell me, before you go, will it be a simple matter to arrange for a taxicab to my hotel in St. Petersburg?”
“Oh, certainly. You should be able to reach your hotel before eleven o’clock, when the parade will begin.”
“Parade?”
“For Armistice Day,” he clarified, indicating the poppy pinned to his left breast.
“Ah, yes,” Astrid reflected. “Sweden was neutral in the war; we do not wear these flowers in remembrance.” She didn’t care to explain that the bulk of her husband’s fortune had been made by smuggling iron and timber to the Central Powers in violation of the neutrality treaties. “But,” she hastened to add, “we are thankful for the sacrifices made by the Allied soldiers.”
The conductor tipped his head graciously. He had shipped to France in late 1918, witnessed the end of hostilities before ever being called up to the front, then waited six months for his regiment to ship home again. Not much of a war story there, thank the heavens.
“And how will I arrange for my taxicab?” Astrid prodded gently.
“Oh, the redcap who collects your luggage can see to it.” The conductor continued with a twinkle in his eye, “And he won’t even expect you to suck his cock.”
“Oh, no?” Astrid raised one eyebrow. “And what if I do suck his cock?”
“Well, that’s your business, but he’d be happy if you tipped him a dime.”
Astrid smiled, then stood and gave the conductor a quick peck on the cheek before he turned and exited the compartment with a jaunty spring in his step.
“Final stop, Tampa, in twenty minutes!” she heard trailing down the corridor as she flipped open her compact and began freshening her makeup. “All out for Tampa!”
—
Astrid, still dressed in her gossamer gown with the brocade bodice, passed through the multi-paned double doors onto the balcony of her hotel suite. The white sand beaches stretched out of sight on both sides, and the sea beyond them was a brilliant cobalt blue. Lush green palm fronds and the bright blue sky framed the view from above. Shading her eyes with one hand, she stood at the railing and took it all in.
“It’s a far cry from Hälsingborg, wouldn’t you say?” Kazi Golonka smiled through his dark mustache as he gestured to the horizon.
“Usch, the waterfront there is a tangle of docks and wharves. Charming in its own way, one could say, but this truly is a sight to behold.”
“Well, it’s nothing compared to you, doll,” Kazi chuckled, casting his eye over her ensemble, from its high stiff collar to the enticing cutaway at the chest to the outrageous side slit that started at her hip and spread delectably downwards. “Is this what all the ladies in Sweden are wearing?”
Astrid laughed as she swept her eyes down her lithe body. “Of course not. This is, how does one say it, one from a kind?”
“One of a kind,” Kazi said mechanically, entranced.
“It was sewn in Paris, but where it truly originates, who can say?”
“Beats me. I would’ve guessed Atlantis.”
“I have never before dared to wear it, but I am determined to turn over a new leaf.”
“It certainly leafs very little to the imagination.”
She gave him a tart smile and turned to face the sand. “So. This is the land you wish to sell me?”
“Yes, you can almost see some of it from here around the palm tr—” He reflexively grabbed her elbow as she leaned out over the railing for a better look.
“Why, Mr. Golonka,” she said with a fluttering laugh as she stood up straight, “You certainly are protective of your investment!”
Kazi grinned sheepishly as he released his grip on her arm. “I don’t want you to split that pretty little head open, that’s all.” Clearing his throat self-consciously, he continued. “I’ll call the others and have them meet us downstairs in the lobby.”
“Just a moment,” Astrid grabbed him by the necktie and pulled him closer. “Before we go, I would like you to split my pretty little head open…” She smiled wickedly and traced a delicate finger down the fly of his trousers. “...with your cock.”
—
Kazi eased the Cadillac V8 touring sedan to the side of the road before cutting the engine and hopping out to open the rear door. Lloyd Campbell opened the passenger door and slid out. Lloyd, nominally a PhD student in economics at Columbia University, had undertaken a crash course in real estate speculation over the past few weeks. He held out his hand for Astrid, who had been seated in the middle of the front seat. She accepted his hand and alighted, smoothing out the skirt of the sensible green dress she had changed into before leaving the hotel. Lloyd swept his dark hair out of his eyes and gave the surroundings an appraising look.
“Spectacular,” he murmured with an awestruck expression on his youthful face.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Campbell,” Astrid tittered. “And the view here is not so bad.”
Lloyd shook his head and opened the back door, swinging it wide on its rear-mounted hinges. Mrs. Delilah Davenport emerged in all her glory, her gauzy cream-colored sundress billowing around her ample frame and contrasting with her bobbed black hair and dark sunglasses.
“Thank you, Lloyd,” she said as he helped her out of the automobile and onto the grassy verge. Her husband Harvey followed, laden with an armload of rolled-up maps. “Harvey, dear,” Delilah sighed, “you don’t need all of the maps right now.”
“I suppose that’s true,” he chuckled, then turned and dropped the maps on the seat before hunting for the one he wanted. At just a shade over fifty years old, he possessed a boyish charm beneath his gray beard. “Let’s see, let’s see,” he muttered around his cigar.
Julia Culligan, escorted by Kazi, drifted around from the opposite side of the touring car. She wore a light pink frock that she had acquired recently for her twentieth birthday, which beautifully complemented her copper-colored curls that dazzled in the bright sunlight. Casting a lingering glance at Harvey’s backside, she inquired, “Need any help, Mr. D?”
“Ah, Pass-A-Grille, found it!” Harvey exclaimed, straightening up and knocking his tan fedora askew against the doorframe. “Here, let’s spread this out on the hood.”
Everyone gathered around as Harvey pointed out each lot on the map and its location in front of them. “It’s everything from here to there,” he declared while sweeping his arm across the spit of land. “Investors have been buying and selling these properties like mad, but I believe the time is ripe for someone to stop speculating and start building.”
Astrid coughed politely. “What you are saying, I think, is that you have built your castles in the air, and you expect me to lay the foundations before they fall?”
After savoring the deliciously awkward silence for a moment, she relented.
“Jag skämtar, I am joking,” she laughed. “I would not have come all the way here if I did not intend to buy.”
“Golly, Mrs. Qvistsjö,” Harvey breathed a sigh of relief, “you had us going for a minute.”
“Let’s take a look at the other sites,” Julia suggested. As the official representative of the Culligan family business that currently held the properties in question, she had a duty to ensure that the sale happened quickly and smoothly. “You’ll want to verify they’re all still above water, especially after the hurricane.”
“An excellent idea,” Astrid agreed with a nod. “I like that girl,” she remarked to Delilah as they walked back around the car. “She makes things happen.”
“Mercy me,” Delilah snorted as she sat on the running board and shook some sand from her shoe. “You have no idea.”
—
After visiting a number of locations around St. Petersburg, the sextet returned to Astrid’s suite. She sat at a large walnut table holding a fountain pen poised over a pile of papers, with Harvey leaning over her left shoulder and Lloyd leaning over her right. Julia sat across the table, anxiously waiting to countersign each document. This was her first official assignment working for the Culligan syndicate, and her hands betrayed a nervous energy as she fiddled with her own fountain pen.
The sight of Lloyd and Harvey bookending Astrid brought a curl to the corner of Julia’s lip as she recalled the previous evening. Delilah, flirting shamelessly with Kazi, had dragged him to the hotel bar. Julia and Lloyd were in their room, dining on Cuban ropa vieja, when Harvey dropped by unannounced. Within minutes, the plates had been shoved aside and Julia was sitting on the table with her legs spread wide and her seafoam dress hiked up above her waist, guiding Harvey’s stiff dick to her mouth while the crown of Lloyd’s cock nudged apart the folds of her steamy slit. Her dress was positively ruined by the time they had finished; how she was going to get the crusty cum out of those rhinestones was anyone’s guess.
“Now, this is for the property in Gulfport,” Lloyd began, presenting Astrid with a bill of sale, and Harvey laid out the corresponding map as a reminder.
“Ja, this one I may keep for myself,” Astrid mused as she scratched out her signature where Lloyd indicated.
While the paperwork was being executed, the other two mixed a couple of drinks and wandered out onto the balcony.
Delilah squeezed a lime wedge over her white rum and soda, then dropped it onto the crushed ice. “Kazi,” she said with a faint smile, “I’m sure you didn’t expect to end up here when you stumbled across us in Saratoga two months ago.”
“No indeed,” Kazi scoffed as he contemplated her mammoth tits and swirled the ice in his glass. “I was feeling lower than rat piss on a subway track. But then your husband arranged for you and your daughter to suck my cock—”
“And we forced you to lick Tommy Culligan’s cum off my tits—”
“Then Lloyd and I banged Mrs. Qvistsjö after the Halloween séance, and this real estate deal fell into our laps—”
“Lloyd tells me you lapped his cum off Astrid’s tits,” Delilah teased. “Like a kitten with a bowl of milk.”
“Always the cum licking with you,” Kazi sighed theatrically.
“The way I see it,” Delilah countered, “every Tom, Dick, and Harry loves making the mess, but not every man has the courage to clean it up. You should be proud of yourself.”
Kazi raised his glass in a silent toast and drained it.
“That reminds me,” Delilah went on. “Harvey tells me that, during my birthday party, you had Julia turning tricks for five dollars a blow?”
Kazi reddened. “I’m very sorry about that, Mrs.—”
“Oh, fiddlesticks!” Delilah laughed, clutching his arm for support. “I’m sure that little red riding whore loved every minute of it!” She dropped her voice to a low murmur. “But she’s going with Lloyd now, and I don’t think he knows about her, ah, prior work experience, so let’s keep it our little secret.”
“Sure, we’ll keep it just between us… and a dozen other guys,” Kazi deadpanned.
“Precisely,” Delilah smirked, raising her own glass in a mock salute, then sashaying back inside.
“That’s the last of the contracts,” Lloyd announced as Kazi joined everyone else in the room. “We’re just waiting for the ink to dry on those, and then Mrs. Qvistsjö will sign the bank drafts.”
“And you had my diamond headband appraised?” Astrid inquired.
“Yes, and you weren’t kidding; it’s valued at an even four thousand dollars. We can convert that easily and apply it to the purchase price.”
“But don’t you dare sell that fancy dress of yours,” Kazi quipped from across the room.
“Well,” Delilah purred as she set her glass on a side table, “while you four are finishing up, Kazi and I will just have to find some way to amuse ourselves.” And with that, she sank to her knees on the woven rattan floor mat and began rubbing the crotch of his trousers.
Harvey, Lloyd, and Julia were accustomed to Delilah’s ways and didn’t bat an eye. Astrid, to her credit, merely arched one eyebrow and commented drily, “You will find that his cock tastes like my saliva, I think.”
“Astrid, doll—” Kazi flailed with his glass as he tried to swat Delilah’s hand away.
“Do not worry about me,” she replied coolly but flashed a wry smile before she continued. “I expect to join Mrs. Davenport as soon as we have concluded our business here at the table.”
Kazi shrugged his shoulders and grinned down at Delilah, who began unbuttoning his fly. She fished his engorged cock out of his drawers and, without further delay, engulfed it in her mouth. Astrid locked her eyes straight ahead, dutifully signing checks as dictated by Lloyd, but the flush in her cheeks revealed her inner thoughts.
Julia caught Harvey’s attention and raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly. I dare you.
Harvey’s eyes flicked to his wife Delilah and to Julia’s boyfriend Lloyd before he broke into a wide grin, swept the maps to the floor, and patted the tabletop in front of him. Julia squealed with delight, kicked off her shoes, and crawled onto the table. Hiking up her pale pink dress, she displayed her matching pink pussy, and Harvey immediately pounced.
Delilah pulled off Kazi’s prick with a snort. “You just can’t resist eating that girl’s coochie, can you?” She stood and turned to allow Kazi to unbutton her dress from behind.
“Just one more signature,” Lloyd said as he fought to maintain his composure. Was he annoyed or amused? Probably a little of both. “Hey babe, we’re trying to finish up here. Could you please stop rocking the table?”
“Ugh, fine!” Julia huffed as she pushed Harvey back from her dewy rosebud and hopped down off the table. “Lemme see your dick, Mr. D.”
By the time Astrid had signed the last check, Delilah and Kazi had stripped naked, and he was now kneeling in front of the settee where she sat back with her legs spread wide, exposing her black bush. Kazi splayed her pussy lips apart with his fingers and assaulted her snatch with his lips and tongue as she clutched the hair on the back of his head and moaned her approval. Harvey and Julia weren’t far behind in shedding their clothes; he sat at the edge of his chair and ogled her trim tits while Julia lowered her head onto his mouth-watering cock. With the paperwork mercifully concluded, Lloyd led Astrid to her enormous bed, where they quickly removed every scrap of clothing.
Well, almost.
“Mrs. Qvistsjö?” Lloyd hesitated.
“Business time has finished, I think,” she replied with amusement. “You must call me Astrid.”
“Astrid, would you keep on your garter belt and stockings?”
“Certainly, if that is what you wish.”
“Now, let’s get into the sixty-nine to make up for lost time,” Lloyd suggested as he laid her back on the bed and positioned himself over her.
“The sixty-nine?” she asked, puzzled, as Lloyd began tonguing her gold-spun snatch.
“Le soixante-neuf!” Julia mumbled around a mouthful of cock.
“Cei şaizeci şi nouă!” Delilah called breathlessly from the other side of the room.
“Os sesenta e nove!” Kazi croaked as Delilah ground herself against his mustache.
“Ah, de sextionio!” Astrid, cross-eyed, finally caught on as Lloyd waggled his dick in front of her. Grasping his cock with her hand, she guided it into her warm, wet mouth and proceeded to fulfill her thirty-four-and-a-half worth of the bargain.
Julia popped off Harvey’s bouncing boner and jerked her head at the table. He climbed up and lay on his back, then she straddled his ears and resumed blowing him as she settled her aching cunt onto his damp gray beard.
Delilah lay back on the couch and invited Kazi to mount her upside-down and complete the unholy trinity. He slashed his tongue against her clit while she licked and sucked his quivering dick until—
“Uh huuh huuh…” Delilah moaned into his meat. “Uuuh huuuh huuuuh…” Her wailing intensified until she climaxed with a shudder and a shriek. Kazi continued lapping at her clit ferociously, and Delilah began jackhammering her head up and down on his cock until, with a long groan, he erupted between her velvet lips.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he roared as he drained his balls for the second time that day. Delilah swallowed the bulk of it but kept some in reserve, rolling the residue around her tongue. Kazi tumbled off onto the floor, spent, and Delilah propped herself up on one elbow to watch the rest of the action.
Harvey and Julia went next. He reached out and began pinching her pale nipples, which promptly pushed her over the edge. She backed off of Harvey’s dick and mashed her face into his hairy, sweaty balls.
“Jesus! Fucking! Chriiist!” she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body, then she popped Harvey’s cock back inside and sucked it harder than she’d ever sucked before.
“Yes, Misty, yes!” Harvey shouted as he flooded her mouth and throat with his slick semen. “Suck daddy’s cock!”
Delilah chimed in as she hefted herself off the settee and began rifling through her purse. “Yes, suck his cock! Suck my husband’s cock, you dirty fucking whore!”
Harvey attacked Julia’s bright red pussy again, pressing his nose against her cherry asshole as she sobbed, “I am a whore! I am a whore! Oh—burp—God, Mr. D! I’m coming again!”
After her second orgasm subsided, Julia rolled off him onto the wide tabletop, eyes closed. Sensing a shadow looming over her, she slowly opened one eye and saw Delilah brandishing a five-dollar bill.
“Here you go, you worthless piece of trash,” Delilah hissed, flinging the money onto Julia’s sweaty chest.
A sly smile crept across Julia’s face as she dug around her molars with her tongue. “Wouldn’t you like to taste your husband’s hot load, Mrs. D?”
Delilah gave a sharp laugh, then leaned down and hissed, “Only if you want to taste your pimp’s, you filthy little slut.”
Julia grabbed the back of Delilah’s neck and brought her in for a slippery, slobbery, sloppy kiss while Kazi and Harvey looked on, bewildered.
Delilah pulled away after a moment and smiled nastily. “Now I’m going to fuck your boyfriend, Miss Culligan. He’s been dying to cum in my pussy, you know.”
“Be my guest,” Julia sneered. “He’s cum in my pussy plenty of times. I’ve been douching so much, I oughta buy stock in Heinz vinegar.”
While this charming repartee unfolded, Astrid and Lloyd, oblivious to their surroundings, finally caught up with their colleagues. With her silk-clad thighs wrapped around his ears, Astrid exploded all over Lloyd’s darting tongue, while he in turn poured out his pearly potion, which she gulped down as best she could.
“Ravishing,” Harvey whispered as Astrid melted at Lloyd’s side, her flaxen hair strewn out around her and a thin trickle of semen leaking from the corner of her mouth.
“Looks like she’s all ready for you, Harv,” Kazi slapped him on the back as Julia snuggled up to Kazi’s other shoulder.
“Do you think this bed can support six people?” Delilah asked with a wink, testing the mattress.
“With the way you fuck, Mrs. D?” Lloyd grinned weakly. “It’ll be risky, but let’s give it a whirl.”
There were a number of positional permutations—Delilah riding Lloyd like a bucking bronco, Julia wrapping her luscious tits around Kazi’s dancing dick, Astrid trying doggystyle for the first time with Harvey’s thumb embedded in her ass—but all three couples eventually settled into missionary position, side by side by side.
“Now Lloyd,” Delilah said from the center of the bed, “make sure you cum in my pussy this time.”
“You got it, Mrs. D,” Lloyd gasped, then his eyes shot open wide. “I’m gonna—”
Delilah grabbed him and kissed him roughly, smearing the remains of Kazi’s and Harvey’s ejaculate onto his lips. “Cum in my fucking pussy!” she demanded. Lloyd’s eyes rolled back and he did exactly that, unloading into her while hissing with pleasure. He leaned back with a deep sigh but kept his cock lodged snugly inside her as he relaxed.
To Lloyd’s right, Harvey was steadily fucking Astrid and building to a grand finale. She cautioned him, “Harvey, please do not shoot inside me.”
“Where would you like me to shoot, Astrid my dear?” he asked with a crooked grin as he continued pumping his cock in her blonde pussy. She whispered in his ear, and he nodded with a laugh, then kissed her. A few more pumps, and he pulled out and aimed to his left, flinging ropey shots of semen onto his wife’s squishy tits and stomach.
To Lloyd’s left, Kazi and Julia had been getting reacquainted.
“I gotta say, Angel, you fuck as good as you suck,” Kazi chuckled as he pistoned his prick in and out of her hot hole.
“You ain’t so bad yourself, Jack Frost,” Julia giggled softly. “It’s lucky you’re my pimp, or this’d cost you ten bu—”
“Hang on,” Lloyd snapped out of his reverie. “Did you just say it’s lucky he’s your pimp?”
Julia hesitated for only a second. “No, I said it’s lucky he’s not limp! Jesus, Lloyd, what an imagination!”
Abashed, Lloyd closed his eyes again and drifted away as Delilah’s pussy caressed his softening dick.
“Come on, Angel,” Kazi whispered with his mustache tickling her ear, “Forget the ten bucks. I gave you all that coke for free, remember? Let’s call it even.”
“Ooh,” Julia’s eyes lit up, “do you think we could score some coke while we’re here?”
“Not likely. You’ll be on a train in a few hours.”
“Killjoy.”
“Oh shit, Angel, I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Mmm.” Glancing at the sperm plastered on Delilah, Julia nodded to her left. “You know what to do.”
Kazi snickered and gave Julia a deep kiss before withdrawing and dribbling a few thin streams onto Delilah’s fat tits and tummy.
From the other side of the bed, Astrid sympathized. “It is to be expected. He has shot three times today.”
Lloyd finally withdrew his shriveled cock from Delilah’s cozy cunt, and Julia immediately sprang up and knelt in his place. She dove into Delilah’s pussy and slurped and slaked and slucked, cleaning out all of her boyfriend’s cum before focusing on her archrival’s swollen clit. Lloyd slid underneath Julia and began eating her throbbing, fucked-out pussy, while Astrid clambered up to the headboard and squatted over Delilah’s face. Kazi and Harvey looked at each other in confusion for a brief moment, then switched places and began licking each other’s jizz off Delilah’s belly and boobs.
—
“You are all leaving so soon?” Astrid asked in surprise as everyone dressed and prepared to make their exit.
“Afraid so,” Lloyd said with a wistful air. “Today’s Thursday and we need to get back to New York with the paperwork before the weekend.”
“These four are leaving,” Kazi clarified with a grin. “I’m driving them to the station, but then I’ll stick around here for a few more days to make sure there are no snags on this end.”
“Then perhaps you will join me for dinner this evening, Mr. Golonka.”
“It would be my pleasure, Mrs. Qvistsjö. Now, don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”
“I would not dream of it.”
After her guests had taken their leave, Astrid leaned against the door and looked around her ravaged suite in wonder. Property maps were strewn beneath the table. The glass tumblers, true to form, had tumbled to the floor, and melted ice was dripping through the rattan floor mat. And the bed?
“The staff will need to burn these linens, I think.”
Astrid slipped into her green dress once more, then descended the main staircase to explore the hotel. An enclosed sun porch with rough-hewn plank flooring ran along the western side. Astrid eased open the door and went to the windows. Shielding her eyes against the late afternoon sun, she gazed out across the water, imagining what it might be like to live in this tropical paradise.
“Excuse us, ma’am!” a man’s voice interrupted her reverie.
She turned and saw two handsome young men in navy blue bellhops’ uniforms with brass nametags.
“M-ma’am,” Carlos stammered, “this area is off limits!”
“And why is that?” Astrid demanded.
“We’re using it for temporary storage,” Matthew explained, then gestured to a tall cigar humidor with a cracked pane of glass. “Some of the furniture that was damaged during the hurricane still needs to be repaired.”
“We’ll have it all out of here before the weekend,” Carlos added.
“Yet I am here now,” Astrid adopted a haughty tone.
“Yes, we’re sorry, ma’am,” Matthew apologized. “That door should have been locked.”
“Then you must lock it immediately,” Astrid declared, “before anyone else intrudes upon us.”
“Ma’am?” Carlos cocked his head, confused.
Astrid ran her finger along a low oak sideboard with a large gouge across the top. “This will do, I think,” she muttered to herself. “Gentlemen,” her voice rang out, “I would like you to fuck me.”
Both men stood frozen in place as she casually shucked off her dress and tossed it onto a wicker chair with a stricken armrest.
Matthew was the first to find his voice. “You heard the lady!” he laughed as he finally locked the door, then began unbuttoning the brass buttons of his jacket.
Carlos shrugged. “Whatever we can do to make your stay more comfortable,” he grinned as he kicked off his shoes. “But we don’t have a lot of time.”
Soon, Astrid was lying atop the sideboard with her head hanging upside-down, while Matthew pumped his cock into her hungry mouth. A sheen of sweat glistened on her stomach and pert breasts, catching the golden sunlight. Carlos lurched forward and slid his cock into her snatch, humping her in tandem with Matthew’s eager thrusts.
The fierce excitement of what she was doing, what she was daring, drew Astrid’s hand down between her legs, and she rubbed herself to an earth-shattering orgasm as the two men continued to batter her from both ends.
Without warning, Matthew clutched her skull and emptied his load into her with a long groan. Swallowing it quickly, Astrid raised herself up with her hands behind her. The look in Carlos’ eyes showed that he was on the brink as well.
“Do not shoot inside me!” she yelped in a panic, and Carlos pulled out just in time, firing four long spurts of sperm on her sternum.
As his slimy semen slid down her body from her breastbone to her belly button, Astrid flashed a beatific smile. “Would either of you care to lick that up?”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“No?” Astrid laughed softly. “Next time, then.”
“Next time?”
“I have not yet begun building my new home; I perhaps could be living in this hotel for months.” Astrid quirked an eyebrow. “And I am quite pleased with the service.”
