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A couple of months had passed since me and my girlfriend Coco went on a fabulous vacation in Cancun, Mexico. Besides a few hello texts on IG, we didn't really stay in much in touch with our fun friend Rufus, the Brit who was visiting for his bachelor retreat.
Work wise, things had been slow for both of us in LA for a while, until Coco finally got the call to work at a makeup facility for a decent day rate. It was a nice change--finally a little extra cash to play with. She splurged, dropping a pretty penny on a laser treatment and a full Brazilian wax, leaving her bikini area completely smooth and bare.
It was a lazy, sunny Sunday morning. Our good friend Carl called me out of the blue saying he was going to the farmer's market which was walking distance from our townhouse.
I knew Carl was having a difficult time in his relationship and ended going out of town with his girlfriend for a several weeks.
We hadn't hung out with him for a while and I know Coco was hinting that she could use some double trouble again.
After several minutes of her being lazy, I convinced her to get dressed and walk with me to the farmer's market.
"Who walks in LA?" She asked. "Unless you're going on a hike".
Coco was right, but still I wanted to walk. She put on a sheer white shirt, tied it up to show off her flat stomach, no bra. She wiggled into her skin-tight Levi's jeans that had holes in the knees as well as frayed slashes strategically located in the back that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks. I loved those jeans.
As we walked, I witnessed the subtle glances and double-takes from the pedestrians around us. It was exciting knowing Coco's nipples were visible for all to see through her sheer shirt and I witnessed a few people catching a nice glimpse of her ass in her ripped jeans as we waited for the pedestrian traffic signal to turn to walk.
By the time we made it to the farmer's market, the sun was high, and we were on a mission--find Carl and maybe pick up some fresh, organic fruits and veggies.
There were couples everywhere, some with women in outfits that were pretty daring for a Sunday morning. Some were braless, their tops leaving little to the imagination, while others were showing off in cheeky little shorts that had a way of stealing attention. A few women had enough makeup on to make a glam squad proud. It was like a little Sunday fashion show.
We finally caught sight of Carl, lounging in the shade, casually sipping on a massive iced coffee. As we sauntered over, his eyes locked on us--and zeroed straight in on Coco's lack of a bra. It was obvious to anyone who cared to look, but of course, he had to make a show of it.
"Looks like you're happy to see me!" He shouted out, referring to Coco's hard nipples pressing against the thin white fabric.
Coco responded, "You're so corny!"
She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling him into a tight hug. With his free hand, Carl couldn't resist giving her ass a squeeze through the slits in her ripped jeans. He pulled back, spinning her around to get a better view.
"Nice jeans. What, did you have a run-in with a tiger?" Carl teased.
Coco playfully rolled her eyes, turned and walked over to a nearby vendor disappearing into the crowd.
As we made idle chit-chat, Carl revealed that he and his girlfriend split up and he helped her move back to New Mexico, so he was single again.
Just then, handsome Black man, at least 6' 4" strolled up to us. His face was familiar--I'd definitely seen him on TV. He gave Carl a handshake and a hug, then Carl made the introduction. "This is Martin," he said.
Turned out, he was a sports commentator I think I recognized from TV. I'm not a huge sports guy.
As we made small talk, he casually pointed out and waved to a full-figured, but pretty fancy-looking woman and two young girls across the way.
"Those are my wife and kids. They're off to visit her mom in Long Beach," Martin explained. "I'm just gonna grab an Uber home with the groceries we picked up and watch a game."
As Martin's family melted into the crowd, Coco appeared, strutting over with that irresistible confidence of hers, two iced drinks in hand. Martin's face lit up as Coco flashed a smile, handing me one of the drinks.
"Who's this tall drink of water?" Her voice had that playful, flirtatious edge as Martin towered over her.
Carl introduced Coco as my girlfriend to Martin. He shook her hand hello, lingering just a little too long as he greeted her.
I couldn't help but smirk, wondering if he somehow missed the word girlfriend in that intro, or if he was just bold enough not to care. And hey, I get it--Coco is a sexy little MILF. But still, watching Mr. Tall and Ridiculously Handsome pour it on thick right in front of me? Yeah, I felt a flicker of something. Jealousy? Maybe. Intrigued? Definitely.
Coco gave Martin a knowing smile before turning away, her movements deliberate. She walked toward the trash bin a few steps away, hips swaying with an elegance that bordered on sinful. Her ripped jeans hung low on her hips, unapologetically revealing just a hint of in her back curve and the reveal of both ass cheeks glowing in the mid-day sun held Martin's and our full attention.
Martin's voice cut through it, casual but laced with something... intentional. "Why don't you all come up to the house? Catch the game. I've got a place just up in the hills--big screen TV, nice drinks, nice pool, dope view."
Carl, ever the enthusiastic middleman, didn't miss a beat. "Perfect--they walked here, so I'll drive everyone."
Coco had only stepped away for a moment, but, now when she returned, the top few buttons of her sheer, white shirt had mysteriously undone themselves. Just enough to remind us she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her olive-toned skin glowing in the midday sun.
"I've got this house up in the hills with a ridiculous view. Tons of booze, an Olympic-sized pool... perfect place to relax if you're in the mood to get away from the crowds", Martin offered to Coco.
He continued, "The wife and kids just left for a trip to Long Beach so it's just me and the house to myself. My housekeeper is around, so if you wanted to swim, I'm sure she might be able to find something you could borrow."
Coco shot him a look with a sly smile. "I am not wearing someone else's swimsuit. I'd rather wear nothings that was the case."
Martin chuckled, not missing a beat. "Well that's an option too. AND, you kinda look like a no-tan-line type so..."
Coco raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool but playful. "Well, I definitely could use some sun on me. I feel vitamin D deficient," she said, her voice smooth and teasing.
Coco shot me a look, hopefully to make sure I was down to go, before turning back to Martin.
"Lets go ya'll", she sang out, then skipped away ahead of us.
We all started making our way through the farmer's market, weaving between vendors and weekend browsers. Coco walked a few steps ahead of us, like she knew exactly the kind of show she was putting on.
Coco walked like she owned every set of eyes on her. Her ass was made for worshipping.
Carl leaned in slightly, his voice low. "Man... she's somethin' else."
I didn't respond--just smirked, because yeah, I knew exactly what I had.
We arrived at Carl's SUV. Carl open the back door for Coco, but first needed to clear out a bunch of items from the backseat, so he grabbed the pile of clothes, popped open the hatch and began stashing item in the back. Coco, climbed in and I followed. Martin sat up front as he was the tallest of us all. Carl eventually jumped in and we headed up to the Hollywood Hills.
After about 20 minutes of driving on a bunch of winding roads, we arrived at Martin's home, a mini mansion on the Valley side of the Hollywood Hills. As we climbed out of the SUV we surveyed the area. Coco and I were in awe of the scenery and location.
As Martin grabbed his groceries and led us to the front door, it hit me, we didn't do any shopping whatsoever at the farmer's market.
Inside, the house was immaculate--like something out of a magazine. Sunlight poured through tall, floor to ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over polished floors and revealing a breathtaking view of the swimming pool outside, the backyard and a view of the valley that seemed to stretch on forever.
It was hard to believe a family, let alone kids, actually lived here. Everything was so pristine, so perfectly arranged.
Just then, Shelly, his warm and welcoming housekeeper, appeared with a smile. She was an older, plus-sized Latina woman with a graceful presence, and she greeted us like we were friends before taking the bags of groceries from Martin and gliding into the kitchen.
"This place is beautiful", I chimed in, with Coco seconding that remark as we sat on one of his beautiful tan couches.
"How about some mojitos?" Martin offered with a grin. "Shelly makes a mean one!"
We all nodded, more than happy to go along. The vibe was just too perfect to resist. Before he disappeared into the kitchen, he clicked a remote, cuing up some real old school blues music. The music drifted through the wireless speakers placed around the house. This was an amazing vibe.
After a few minutes, Shelly came out with a tray of perfectly crafter mojitos and served one to each of us.
In sweet, slightly broken English, Shelly let us know that Seรฑor Martin had gone upstairs for a quick shower, and that we were welcome to relax in the living room or check out the game room. Then she turned to Coco with a warm smile, offering to escort her to the door that led out to the swimming pool.
"I'm sorry," she added gently, "no swimming suit here will fit you."
"Gracias," Coco replied in the sweetest tone, her voice suddenly all sugar and charm as she followed Shelly out of the living room and onto the pool deck area.
Carl and I exchanged amused glances as Shelly gestured for Coco to follow her to the pool house. The two women disappeared inside for only a moment. When Shelly reemerged, she was holding Coco's clothes--folded neatly in her arms as she made her way back into the living room.
"She's hopping in the shower," Shelly said. "I'll just wash and dry these sweaty things for Seรฑorita." She lifted the bundle slightly for emphasis. "Another Mojito for you two?"
Carl and I nodded yes in sync, already anticipating the next round as Shelly disappeared into the kitchen.
"So how do you know Martin?" I asked enthusiastically.
Carl responded, "He's in my acting class and one evening we both just thought the whole thing was so absurd and we hit it off right away. He's a really good guy."
I nodded my head in agreement as I looked around at the set up in the living room. "He's done well for himself."
Carl explained, "You know, ex-baller, saved his money, married young and got a sweet TV gig. Can't beat that."
Just then, Coco appeared from the pool house. Her hair was slick and wet, clinging to her shoulders, and a towel hugged her curves. With a quick glance in our direction that hinted she knew we were watching, she strolled right into our line of sight, paused for half a second, then let the towel fall to the ground, exposing her naked body to the sun.
In one smooth motion, she dove into the pool, the water swallowing her whole with barely a splash.
Carl let out a low whistle and shook his head, grinning. "Dude, you are the luckiest motherfucker I know."
I didn't say a word--just lifted my fist, and he bumped it without hesitation.
I turned to Carl and asked sincerely, "You're kinda quiet today. How are you doing?"
He answered with a serious tone. "I'm doing OK, but you know, any break-up is hard when you were living with the person. Them bills be catching up with me fast too."
I responded with respect. "I feel ya. If you wanna talk it out, I'm here for you, but to be honest, I only met her once and you've complained about her so much, I feel it might be all for the best."
He smiled for a moment. That's all he needed to do to let me know, he'll be ok.
A moment later, Shelly returned, gliding in with a tray balanced effortlessly in her hands. Three tall Mojitos, now in bigger glasses and garnished to perfection.
"This one's for seรฑorita for when she's done," she said. "If you two need anything else, just let me know. I'll be in the laundry room."
"Gracias!", I called out as she turned and disappeared toward the kitchen.
Carl and I raised our glasses and clinked them in a silent toast, eyes locked on the shimmering surface of the pool--waiting for her to rise as the blues continued to play in the background.
In that moment, my thoughts drifted to the fact that this could be our first gang bang, with Coco undeniably at the center of it all. I found myself wondering--does the presence of three men turn it into a gang bang, or is it just a foursome? That strange, fleeting question flooded my mind emphasized by the effect of the alcohol.
A few moments later, Martin strolled into the living room, cocktail in hand, looking completely at home in a white Lakers tank top and gray basketball shorts.
He took a long sip, surveyed the room, then called out over the blues pumping through the speakers. "So should I throw on the game?"
Almost on cue, Coco emerged from the pool still completely naked --water clinging to her skin, her body gleaming in the sunlight. She moved seemingly in slow motion as she squeezed the water from her hair with her hands.
I glanced over at Martin--his expression said it all. A mix of awe and disbelief. We just watched, mesmerized, as Coco moved through the view, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She reached the door, cracked it open, and leaned her head inside, voice floating through like a flirtatious breeze. "I'm gonna lay out for a bit. Do you have any sunscreen I could use?"
Martin snapped out of it just enough to answer, "Sure, coming right up!"
"Thank you," she purred as she sauntered away toward a lounge chair by the pool--leaving behind wet footprints, fat ass swinging side to side as she walked.
Martin turns to us, his eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "OK! What the fuck is going on here? Is this some kind of prank?"
"No, sir," I respond, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's just Coco. This is how she is."
"All the fucking time!" Carl chimed in, laughing, his eyes never leaving Coco's naked body sprawled out on the lounge chair.
Martin lets out a low whistle, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Maaaaaaan! I was not expecting all this on a Sunday afternoon! Got-Damn!" He adjusted himself through his shorts, his eyes never leaving Coco. "I don't know how you do it. I'd never leave the house if I had a piece of ass like that to snack on!"
He motioned that he'll be right back as he turned and jogged up the stairs, leaving Carl and me alone with a clear view of Coco through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Moments later Martin jogs back down the stairs, a bottle of sunscreen in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So which one of you is really hitting that?" he asks, his voice a low, inquisitive growl.
I proudly raised my hand, but Carl raised his hand also. "Yo!!!!!", I shouted out, jabbing Carl in the side with my elbow. "No fool! That's MY lady. I'm the one hitting that the most, thank you!"
"OK, true, true!", Carl responds with a playful smile on his face. "But..."
Martin reacted to Carl's statement. "But what? So, ya'll get down like that?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity and awe. "I mean, fuck, she's a hot lil' gorgeous firecracker."
I respond with a confidence tone. "Yeah, basically, whatever SHE wants to do, we do it. It's all up to her. But, of course I gotta give her the go ahead or green light or .... something."
Just by chance, I looked down, then suddenly start to chuckle to myself. Martin had pitched a huge tent in his loose-fitting basketball shorts, his hard-on clearly visible.
I responded with jest, "You doing OK buddy?"
"I'm good, I'm good. I'm just gonna go drop this off to her." Martin said with confidence, grabbing the remaining large glass of mojito.
He bopped over to the door, his stride was a bit awkward due to the raging hard-on he was unsuccessfully trying to hide.
Carl turned back to us, a wicked smile on his face. "I'll take one for the team," he said with a wink, as if daring us to object.
Just then, Carl shoots me a quick look, his eyebrows raised in a silent question. I say nothing as I sip my drink, a nonchalant shrug rolling off my shoulders.
We watch as Martin strides out to the pool deck. Once he towers over her, he hands her the drink.
She sits up, a playful smile on her lips as she takes the glass from him, then gulps down half the glass in one shot, then places the half empty glass on a small side table.
Noticing the sunscreen in his hand and without a word, she lifts her arms above her head, giving him the green light to lather her up.
Martin kneels beside Coco, squeezing a generous amount of lotion into his hands, then started rubbing it across her collarbones and down over her chest, stopping just shy of her breasts.
Coco didn't seem to flinch. In fact, she seem to just closes her eyes and tilt her head toward the sun, as if she were soaking up more than just the rays.
Martin then started massaging lotion slowly onto her perky breasts, first with hesitation, but eventually got more bold as he moved down to her stomach, her waist, her legs, then cautiously he made his way back up to her beautifully bald pussy.
After a minute or so, she rolled onto her stomach. Martin didn't miss a beat--he straddled one knee beside her and went to work, his hands gliding slowly across her back, down to her lower waist, spreading the lotion in long, confident strokes.
His hands move down to her beautiful olive toned ass, rubbing the sunscreen onto her butt cheeks. With both hands he massaged her ass with enthusiasm.
Suddenly, without warning Coco decided to stand up. With her body now glistening with sunscreen, she gulps down the rest of her mojito then dives back into the pool with a splash. Martin watches her for a moment, before pulling his shirt off and diving in after her.
For a little while they frolic in the pool, splashing water like kids.
After several minutes of swimming and splashing, they finally emerge from the pool. Martin's shorts are plastered to his body, outlining his apparently massive cock. I know I wasn't the only one who noticed that this man was blessed because from my point of view it looked like Coco's eyes widen like she was in shock from the size of his member.
They both grabbed a few towels to dry off. Eventually, they finally made their way back inside the house.
With a towel wrapped around her body, Coco sashed over to me on the couch and sat down in between Carl and I.
"How was it?" I asked with a little sarcasm in my tone.
Both Coco and Martin answered at the same time, "It was great!"
We all laughed.
Coco cut in, "Where are my clothes?"
Immediately, Martin shouted out, "Shelly?"
Within a few seconds, Shelly appeared with four fresh mojitos on a serving tray, singing out, "Si seรฑor Martin?"
Martin responded, "How long before for Ms. Coco's clothes are done?"
Looking at her watch, Shelly responded, "About 45 minutes seรฑor Martin."
"Gracias," Martin responded. Then he turned to us. "She's been with us for 11 years. She's like a member of the family. She's so good and efficient, she might just patch up all those holes in your jeans!"
Coco chimed in, "Well I hope she doesn't. It took years to get those rips so perfect!"
"Here's to ripped tight-ass jeans!" I shouted out, holding my glass out for a toast.
Everyone clinked glasses and guzzled down their drink.
Martin hit a few buttons on the remote, turning down the music and then turning on the 80" TV monitor. He tuned it to a college game that I had absolutely no interest in, neither did Coco, but Carl was interested in the game, so he hopped onto the other couch that faced the TV more.
As we tried to focus on the game, it was impossible not to notice Coco was shifting restlessly on the couch, clearly losing interest. And the towel? Let's just say it wasn't doing much in the way of coverage. It kept slipping open, like it had a mind of its own, teasing more than it was hiding.
Martin definitely noticed. He cleared his throat and offered to get Coco something to cover up with until her clothes were dried.
"It's OK," Coco chirped, her voice almost teasing as she flashed a playful smile.
"Nah, I got you," Martin said, already standing up and heading for another room.
He returned moments later, holding a black, oversized Brooklyn Nets jersey. "It's never been worn, and I'll never wear it, so you can keep it," he said with a grin.
Coco's eyes lit up as she took the jersey from him, her voice hitting a sweet, high-pitched note. "Aww, thank you. That's really sweet of you!"
Coco stood up, letting her towel fall to the floor, revealing her perfectly toned and naked body once again. My eyes couldn't help but notice the golden brown tan she'd developed, her skin glowing like she'd been kissed by the sun.
"Your tan looks incredible," I called out as both Carl and Martin turned away from the game and started to applaud her efforts.
Coco flashed me a smile. "Thank you. And NO tan lines," she said proudly.
Effortlessly confident as she slipped the oversized jersey over her head.
The jersey was way too big on her. It hung low like a mini dress and slid off one shoulder without even trying. The armholes were so wide, you could see her entire boob from the side every time she moved. I noticed. So did Martin and Carl.
"I like your dress", I chuckled out loud as she plopped back into the couch next to me.
Martin's attention appeared to drift from the game over to Coco, who now lounges on the couch like a kitten.
Martin stands and speaks matter of factly, "Ya'll look bored. I don't mean to be a bad host. Let me show you the game room".
He gestures toward the game room with his hand, and without a word, Coco rises. The jersey shifts again as she stands. "Game room? What kind of games you got?" she asks.
"Come on, I'll show you," he says, leading the way out of the living room. I follow with Coco, hand in hand, leaving Carl to the game.
As we walk down the hallway, Martin's crib is a fucking dream, and I'm eager to see what he's got in store.
The game room is a goddamn paradise - packed with every gaming console imaginable, a pool table, and even a fully stocked bar in the corner. "Damn, Martin, this is next level," I say, taking it all in.
Coco is already at the pool table, bending over to take a shot, her jersey riding up, showing off bare her ass.
"Shots?", Martin asked us both and I nodded yes for the both of us.
Coco hits the cue ball into the others with a loud crack, pocketing two striped balls. With a remote, Martin turns on some reggae music on the stereo, then proceeds to pour us drinks. The rhythmic music gets Coco's hips moving as she lines up another shot.
I couldn't help but notice how Martin's attention zeroed in on Coco, his eyes lingering on the way her jersey slid up, exposing her juicy ass. The shift in his posture was subtle, but I could see the way his body reacted--his shorts now stretched taut across his crotch as his dick bulged against the fabric. It was a reaction he couldn't hide.
Martin hands me my drink and moves forward to hand Coco the shot glass. "Cheers!"
Coco turns and takes the shot. It was strong, yet delicious.
"One more round of mojitos?" Martin asks.
We both shook our heads "yes", as Coco went back to hitting the balls on the pool table.
"Shelly!", Martin yells out as he exits the game room.
"Are you having fun?" I asked Coco with sincerity.
"Yeah, it's cool. I like hitting balls!" She responded with a slight sarcastic tone.
I pushed up on her and gave her a big hug stating. "I'm sorry. What would you like to do?"
"I didn't mind laying out in the sun to be honest with you", she answered.
"OK, then go for it", I responded.
Coco smiled and proceeded to walk out of the playroom and down the hall. I followed behind her as she slowly peeled off the basketball jersey. Now completely nude again, she entered the living room with the jersey swung over her shoulder.
The energy in the room shifted as Carl sees Coco walk back into the living room butt ass naked.
Carl shouts out, "Damn Girl!"
Just then Martin appears, his hands full--a large bowl of popcorn in one and a drink in the other. Shelly followed closely behind with a tray of mojitos floor. But the moment they stepped into the living room, their path was blocked by the nude wildcat herself--Coco.
"Hola!" Coco sang out sweetly, her voice smooth as she reached for the glass from Shelly's tray "Gracias," she added, then turned to head toward the door.
She tosses the oversized Brooklyn Nets jersey onto the nearby couch as she slipped out into the pool area, guzzling down her cocktail.
"She wants to play in the pool, not play pool," I joked, as I stopped in front of him and Shelly to grab another mojito.
Martin let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head as he swigged from his glass. "Dude, thank you. I haven't had this many distractions in years!"
I caught the undertone in his voice. A subtle hint, like his marriage was probably more about routine than romantic these days.
As I took in the scene, my attention shifted briefly to Shelly, who was completely unbothered by the whole display. She set the tray down with casual ease, then stepped out of the living room, leaving us behind. I couldn't help but wonder--had she seen this kind of thing before, or was she just so locked into her work mindset that nothing could shake her focus?
I worry about the most ridiculous things sometimes.
I guess Carl couldn't resist and with a grin stretching wide over his face, he looked over at me. "C'mon man, you gonna hook my man up over here? He said he ain't had none in years!"
Martin playfully pops Carl in the arm, chuckling despite the clear discomfort. "Man, I didn't say it was years! Stop playin'!"
It was all good-natured fun, but Martin shifted uncomfortably, turning the volume up on the game a little louder. I could still sense the shift in the energy of the room.
After a few minutes of swimming, Coco climbed out of the pool, looked around for a towel and finding none.
Still wet, she walks over to the lounge chairs and lays down on her back and proceeds to sun bathe while drinking down the rest of her cocktail.
As the game blared in the background, we all mostly watched Coco with excitement.
Carl pulls out a pre-rolled joint and asks if he could light up. Martin quickly let him know that smoking wasn't allowed inside the house--his wife would flip out at the smell--but he was welcome to smoke outside if he wanted to.
Carl offered for me to join him, but, I declined, not wanting to go out in the hot afternoon sun. So, he grabbed the extra glass of mojito and shuffled outside to the pool area.
Once outside, he stood over Coco and handed her the cocktail. With a huge smile on her face, she accepted it and held up the drink to us as to say "cheers!"
Though their conversation was inaudible, Carl and Coco seemed to be talking about the sun, both of them gazing up at the sky. After exchanging a few gestures, Coco stood up, and Carl carefully adjusted her chair so that it faced the sun--which luckily was now directly aligned with us inside watching.
Coco sat back down in the chair, now facing us, as she soaked in the harsh afternoon sunlight. I couldn't help but notice Carl openly staring at her naked body while she relaxed under the sun while he lit up his joint and proceeded to blow out a huge puff of smoke into the sky.
Coco lifted her knees and stretched her legs open wide, letting the sun's warmth pour over her, making sure every inch of her body soaked in the vitamin D it offered. She pointed at her pussy directly to Carl, who looked down at it and smiled. I really wish I knew what they were talking about.
Inquiring, Martin breaks my focus, "So how long you two been together?"
I answered truthfully, but still a little vague, "For years now - off and on, but since moving here to LA, it's been steady."
"She so wild," Martin continued with a huge smile on his face. "I really needed this."
Just then Martin's cell phone rang. He looked down at it and excused himself, exiting the living room.
Just then Coco did the unimaginable, laughing hard, she unexpectedly began to pee, spraying a long, wild stream of urine into the air, arcing over the bottom of the chair and onto the ground below. "What the fuck?" I thought to myself as I watched both of them laughing as she pissed all over the pool deck.
Carl, fully aware we were watching, gestured toward her naked pussy pissing in the air with a subtle smirk, as if to say, 'You see what I have to deal with?'
For some reason, she likes to piss in public when she's around Carl. It's the weirdest kink she has. I'm personally not into water sports, but, I guess that's her little "thing" she likes to do around him.
During this moment, I couldn't help but feel relieved that Martin wasn't around to see Coco pissing so effortlessly on his pool deck and I know Shelly probably would not have appreciated it either.
Coco finishes pissing on the pool deck from the chair. A smile crosses her lips as she reached for Carl's joint. With a slow, deliberate pull, she inhales deeply, then exhales a thick cloud of smoke, letting it drift lazily into the air.
Carl actually didn't know that Martin missed the pee show, but, he still moved over to the pool, scooped up and splashed pool water onto the deck, washing away the pee puddle down into the drain.
Carl enters the living room just as Martin returns.
Martin, sipping on his cocktail, "I just sent Shelly to the store to get more limes and mint. What'd I miss?"
"Yo dude! His girl is certified crazy!" Carl yelled out to Martin, laughing as he made his way over to the couch.
I replied casually, "Yeah, but I'm hoping her Zoloft helps with that, and the Ristela keeps things interesting. I know they work, so thank goodness for that!"
I knew once the herbs she'd just smoked kicked in, things were about to get a lot more interesting. For the next 20 minutes, Coco lounged in the sun like she had no cares at all. The guys couldn't take their eyes off her--with a few distractions from the game--especially when she flipped over to even out her tan.
The liquor was hitting me, and I could feel it--time to hit the restroom. Martin pointed me down the hall. When I stood up, I almost lost my balance, but managed to make it. Took care of business, then splashed some cold water on my face to wake up.
Not that I was surprised, but when I walked back into the living room, the game was still on. But, Coco wasn't on the lounge chair anymore. They told me she'd gone into the pool room to take a shower.
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It has been three years since Alex and Roxanne got married. Their relationship once burst with passion, novelty, and emotional intensity. Everything was newโ-โfrom waking up beside each other to discovering each other's quirks, preferences, and bodies. There used to be frequent sex, romantic getaways, playful teasing, and a general sense of "us against the world."...
read in full"Come on, Sara," Tom complained to his girlfriend, caressing her exposed breasts on his bed. "We've been dating for two months."
"And?" she protested, laughing at the desperation on her boyfriends face, but she did enjoy his hands touching her up.
"It's just a handjob," Tom complained once more, letting go of her soft mounds to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly....
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