Three feet of cock- 2

“We’ll have to come over, then. Batoul just loves swimming. But between just us, I just cannot get her to keep her swimsuit on…” he slyly informed everyone. He shrugged his shoulders. “She’s like…whatever the aquatic version of a jaybird is. Are jayfish a thing?”

“Well, what’s wrong with that?” Zoe asked coquettishly. In the cool evening air, it was evident that she herself was no great fan of excessive clothing. Two dark tips were just visible through the fabric of her shirt, trying to poke their way through.

“Hey, I never said I was complaining. The way those melons of hers splash is unforgettable…”

The men took a few seconds to imagine the scene. Batoul’s plump cheeks turned pink, but she felt a warmth between her legs from the combined gazes at her breasts. She subtly arched her back and pushed her chest out. “Alejandro! It’s…it’s just a lot more comfortable,” she defensively explained. “It feels really good. Really freeing, you know?”

“I could never… I’d be too shy,” commented Shikha. “What if someone sees?”