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Tammy's Thirst
Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: magikhandman, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster
labia, still getting enough of a little bitter taste on each lick that I knew there was still more semen to coax out. She smiled lovingly at me. As Agnes unleashed all her tricks on my cock, my balls, with her mouth, her hands, I just stared at Tammy, worshipping her as I rose towards orgasm. Worshipping this sexual goddess who ruled with such benign affection for all. Ruled over the whole boat, ruled over Agnes, ruled over me. I worshipped her. I loved her. I came. Day 17 The helicopter came the next day. At first it was a flea on the horizon, and then, startlingly quickly, in what seemed like just a series of instantaneous flashes, the helicopter was over us, then we were near the towering side of a ship, then we were in a jet, then in a hotel, then, most jarringly, back in our kitchen. Alone. Tammy and I. She and I spent practically the entire first day home on stools around the granite island in the kitchen with a sink, turning the faucet on and off, watching that beautiful, pure, clear, cold water flow and tumble on command into the basin. And while I expected Tammy to be a completely changed woman, she didn't. She wasn't. She...refused. Once it was clear we were going to make it, going to survive, she took it all -- all of it -- and put it in a box, and sealed the lid and never again let it out. Put the goddess in a box. We never talked about it. Not once. We just returned to our original lives. She was the same, conservative, slightly prudish young woman, with the same, slightly stuffy group of friends. Everything was exactly the same. Except her lips. I mean, they looked exactly the same, but they didn't look the same. I stared at them. I stared and stared. Every time she ate. Every time she drank. Every time she was near me. I silently stared at those full, beautiful lips that had once known thirst.