“Uh uhhhh, that’s not his girl. Lysette winked, “Coffee, tea or me? I’m almost finished.”
Illysette pulled him behind the antenna mast where she could give him a toe curling kiss out of sight of spectators. It built to a crescendo as she sank every wonderful inch of his cock between her thighs. Dusty nodded at him, bumping Cody’s shoulder with one fist. Lysette enjoyed the view for a moment before announcing herself. Not so much as a sexual fantasy (oh god, the guys were going to bust their zippers when they met her) but in an official capacity. On the spur of the moment she decided to do what she usually did when she was unsettled (often after another knock down-drag out fight with Jake). Either she was being pirated or Dusty was aboard doing God knows what. Surprised to find that she was not nearly so nervous as Cody, Lysette paid just as much attention to Dusty as he coached the procedure. Lysette sighed, then scooted closer as Cody flattened one of his warm palms against
