The smell of Helen’s arousal, the feel of silky flesh against my face, and the sound of the other two women making out were making it difficult to hold back a quickly-building orgasm as I settled into the submissive woman in my lap. The offer’s still open. She could have requested anything to eat from Camille, spent a whole day out by the pool… literally anything available to her. “Bet you Helen blows her top in less than a minute.”
“What’s the wager?” I asked, slipping one arm around her naked abdomen and palming one of her firm tits. Whatever… his loss. Upon waking, I was aware of a body curled up on me. “She’s there already. The two of them rose to their feet and made their way toward the stairs. It’s been a while since I’ve felt her lips on me.”
“Not at all,” Erin said, scooting away from Helen and then standing up.
