Throuple In Paradise
Suddenly the grip on my penis changed. A bigger hand wrapped round me, and from a different angle.
At first glance, Sarah looked quite naked as she walked along the shore, but in fact she wore a thong bikini. A tiny skin-tone triangle barely covered her mound and, at the back, merely a wisp of fabric which, as my tongue so often did, burrowed eagerly between her cheeks. We were on a gap year between sixth form and university, and we’d rented a villa in Mykonos for a week in June. We’d been together since the day we met...