Chapter Nine
They never did get around to starting a card game that night—the gangbang hosted upon the whorishly ready body of the fleshy blonde Samantha was more than enough to occupy all of Tom’s poker buddies, and sate them completely. Once Mike had stopped moving between the woman’s upraised pale thighs, he blinked, and looked around rather sheepishly, and at last, with his satisfied organ now shrunken tiny and wriggling in embarrassment, and still oozing wetly into the sheets, he rose from her comforting yet crooked-lipped embrace. And at her self-possessed, faintly mocking call for more, then another guy simply climbed eagerly up, plopped his engorged purple cockhead in the gluey-gray mess which Mike had made, and sank balls-deep into the woman’s welcoming, sperm-slicked interior wi
