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    “Where’s your alcohol?” I ask as I head in the direction of what looks to be a small kitchen. When I enter the small space, it is in fact tiny. The room is a galley layout that you would find in your typical apartment.
    “Liquor is in the, oh God,” she gasps loudly. “Cabinet above the stove. Beer, oh yes, ahhh. Just like that.” Another gasps follows as I open the refrigerator door and locate a Michelob Ultra. Not my usual, but it’ll do. “In the fridge.” I’m already swallowing the cold liquid when she finishes telling me. Mason can have his playtime and I’ll sit back and wait. I’m only interested in blowing my load.
    I finish the beer off, and then grab another and an extra for Mason. “Hey, Misty, what would you like to drink?” I can be nice and bring her something too.
    “Wine, please.” Her tone is breathy. Mason seems to be working her over nicely. If I had to guess, I bet his fingers are knuckle deep inside her pussy right at this moment. I sit our beers down on the counter and search for a wine glass. Once I’ve found one, I grab the bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and pour her a generous amount. No need to keep refilling. Might as well use the whole glass. Once I’m done, I grab both beer bottles by their necks and head back into living room.
    Sure enough, when I round the couch, Mason has her on top of him, dress pulled down exposing her modest tits and the hem bunched at her waist. Her panties are on the floor and Mason is pumping two fingers in and out of her. “You like that don’t you, girl?” Mason’s own voice has taken on a deep tone.
    I pass Mason his beer. He grasps it with his free hand, pulling it to his mouth and tipping the glass bottle back, downing the contents without losing his pace inside of Misty. My right hand goes up to her head where I rest it on the back of her scalp for a moment as I take a sip of my own beer. I watch the scene, allowing my dick to thicken. Yes, I get turned on watching other people fuck. It’s hot; I’m not going to lie. Even though, my friend is only fucking this chick with his fingers, it’s still turning me the hell on.
    I fist my fingers around brown threads, tightening little by little until I have a snug hold on her. I tug, pulling her head back little by little as I bend forward, lowering my body and bringing my mouth to her jaw line. My mouth parts and I run my lips up the length of her neck and across to her ear lobe where I take it between my teeth, biting down briefly before pulling myself off of her.
    “Oh, God. That feels...ohhh God...good.”
    Mason continues his assault on her pussy with his fingers. The slippery sound telling me she is dripping wet. And that brings smile to my face, but not for the reason’s you’re guessing. My reasons are purely selfish and simple really. No man wants to fuck a dry snatch.
    Mason raises his back off the couch, lifting up to take her right tit into his mouth to suck. We’ve done this a time or two together so I take the other into my mouth, sucking lightly.
    “I’m going to come.” That’s the point.
    Her body tenses so I adjust my grip on her and suck a little harder.
    “Ahhhh, ohhh my God. Yes.”
    When her cries die out, our mouths pop off her nipples at the same time. I right my body upward. Misty now has her palms planted on Mason’s chest and she’s trying to catch her breath or so it looks like she is.
    Mason is lying back against the arm of the couch again, drinking his bottle of beer.
    “Darlin’,” I whisper next to her ear. “I’m ready to get this show on the road. And tonight, I plan on fucking your ass while my friend partakes in your dirty little cunt.”
    “Oh, yes, please.” A smile spread across her face and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree.
    “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Not that I care, because there is a first time for everything, but I’d like to know what I’m dealing with.
    “Yes.” Good. I don’t