Tim lay on the bed with his dick in his hand slowly stroking it. “Hey, stop ogling my girlfriend; you need to find your own.”
“What are you worried about, she doesn’t like dick?”
“Still, it’s not right and I don’t quite trust her, you know.”
Tim sipped from his drink and when he put the glass down, he said, “What do you mean, has she done or said something?”
Marie watched Amber who floated on her back in the middle of the pool with her two perfect boobs sticking up like little islands with one tiny palm tree on each, being her nipples. He smiled at the memory of seeing them that one time and it made him stroke himself a bit faster which wasn’t a good idea since he would come too fast. She rode him faster, really rubbing her groin against his, and then he felt how her pussy contracted and she sat up straight, arched her back and her fingers sank into his chest leaving red marks.