Chapter three“Unknown Pleasure”
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s they passed the last room on their right, the sound of Helen's raucous laughter could be heard, and a bright light was streaming in a thin line from the bottom of the door, but they thought nothing more about it.
Once in their room, Paul fell fully dressed onto the large bed, his muscular body completely relaxed as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his limp prick occasionally twitching in his pants as he thought about the things Helen would be doing in the other room with Roy. She would probably let him do anything he liked, and Paul had no trouble imagining Roy's tongue buried deep in Helen's widespread naked cunt, the lucky bastard. As a shutter clicked in his mind, he changed the picture to that of himself down between her legs, and he kne
