1. Roulette by loyalsock


    Date: 10/16/2016, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    not as if that issue was ever in doubt... They poured over my modest collection and made a joint selection. We settled in to talk and drink. In time we leisurely drifted into our second pitcher of Mexico's gift to the world. The movie required our frequent critique of the on-screen action. Everything, including some of the sex scenes, were, naturally, ridiculously funny. But, when a strip poker scene in the movie came on, a subtle change in atmosphere occurred. They exchanged a look that was ragged when they were finished with it. Wordlessly they had come to an agreement. &#034Why are strip poker scenes always so poorly done?&#034 asked Andrea. Ahh, the opening gambit... &#034Pure realism,&#034 I replied with a smirk. &#034In real life, without fail, four losing hands into the game, females declare the game over.&#034 &#034Ooohh, let's get 'em, Kar. Dems fightin' woids,&#034 Andrea laughed. &#034Yeah, get a deck and prepare to be very embarrassed,&#034 Karen dared. Her grin was part playful and part panthress. Continuing the gag, I produced a new deck of cards. When they sat down at the table looking ready for the first deal, I froze for an instant realizing they were serious. *************** &#034...And don't forget how thirsty losing makes you,&#034 giggled Karen, referring to the mandatory shot of tequila a losing hand always brought. Andrea balled up and discarded her stocking and accepted the proffered drink. We'd all been d***k in each other's presence at one time or ...
    another and never to a bad result. But I began to worry that, should one of us get sloppy d***k now, it would divert this little lust train from the depot. &#034Maybe we could skip the loser's shot,&#034 I began. Thinking I was suggesting a total liquor ban, both immediately began to protest. A compromise was reached and the bottle remained on the table for whoever desired more. We all liberally continued to partake but only as needed. Eventually, we all reached the critical state. Andrea was clad only in a very thin black bra and panty set. Earlier, when losing continuously, she showed delightful flashes of embarrassment. Now, as we had &#034caught up&#034, she grinned seductively and looked determined not to lose again. Karen wore a thong (a really, really nice ass peeked out of it) and a matching red camisole. Having lost the last hand, I was reduced to my underwear. &#034I'm sooo disappointed in those boxers,&#034 teased Karen. &#034They are, you understand, boring beyond any standard.&#034 &#034Sorry, ladies. I wasn't expecting company and my Spiderman Underoos are still in the wash.&#034 Karen's moment of truth came first. I assumed this is where we'd come to our senses. Wrong again. Although she mumbled an &#034Oh, shit!&#034, there was no hesitation at all. She rose and smiled. She crossed her arms in front of her, grasping the hem of the camisole. She then slowly lifted it over her head. My brain screamed a trite, but eloquent, &#034WOW!&#034. The next deal found ...
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