Hearing Molly speak, I turned to look at the stage, and saw her keeping her hands busy on Megan and Joe, joining them in their lovemaking, while the poet was behind her, his cock deep in her. It seemed he had become her muse. I've had fun on a cock, but I've never been inspired to spontaneous poetry. Lucky girl!

I smiled at her, silently thanking her for being the impetus for all of this.

Winston and Marie seemed to have formed some sort of plan that involved me being between them. Winston sat down on a chair, and Marie had me sit on his lap, facing her. I settled down onto his rock hard cock, taking it fully in immediately, feeling the warm ecstacy burn through my body as he filled me. Marie bent over, kissing me, her hands on my face, my hands on her breasts. She squatted down, kissing my neck as I rode Winston slowly, kissing my breasts, then kneeling between my legs and kissing her way down my abs to my clitoris.

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?