Hot and cold, warm and cool. Sylvie took me between her lips, then slowly into her mouth. “Why don’t you shave me?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. In the flickering candlelight, I could see her smoothly shaven pussy lips glistening darkly. The towel around my waist propped up by my hard-on, I busied myself turning on the Jacuzzi jets and lighting candles as Donna followed me, just a little reluctantly as she peered into Sylvie’s room to reassure herself that she was in fact not there. “I’m glad I came,” Sylvie said, returning Donna’s smile, as we all sank into the hot water, our nerves raw with sexual exhaustion. “How do you do that?”
“You don’t know how to suck a man’s cock?” Donna asked in surprise, continuing to stroke me slowly. I sniffed her pussy, sampling her unfamiliar musk, gently tracing lines along her labia with my tongue. “I’m Donna,” she said. “What it feel like?” she said to Donna as she spread her lips with her fingers. I grabbed my shaving gel and razor
