A day of surprises

Tanja’s thighs were still clamped around my waist, lips salty, legs slick, when this tall black dude just strolls up, grinning, uncut cock swinging heavy between his legs. What the hell, I thought, poolside isn’t exactly a bathhouse, but hey—two pairs of hands already had my girl slick with sunscreen and something stickier. He says his name once, then kneels behind her, parts her round cheeks like he’s opening curtains, and licks straight down her crack while I’m still balls-deep. She gasps, shudders, and her walls milk me so hard my eyes cross. Before I know it, his thick fingers replace my cock; her juices coat him wrist-deep. Then he rises, slaps that heavy meat against her pussy lips, asks if “we’re good.” Tanja laughs and pushes back. Fine with me. We ended up double-stuffed, her tit in my mouth, his balls slapping my shaft, moaning, splashing, and not a single sunscreen bottle left unbroken.