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Coombs wasn’t reluctant. After food, Coombs produced liquor from another bag and began to drink with Svana. It didn’t take long for the laughing pair to become amorous. Listening to them making out was repulsive; Tulsi had turned her back on that. Hearing them f**k was enough to make her retch. She couldn’t imagine how any woman could give herself to someone like Coombs. Not that Svana was much of a prize when she was drunk. Emotional outbursts, slurring and falling over weren’t top turn ons.
It didn’t sound like Svana even made it through the first round. After some moaning and squealing, Svana went quiet while Coombs continued to rut over her. As if that spectacle wasn’t bad enough, keeping her back to Coombs and Svana meant the only place Tulsi could look was at the other bed.
