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bottoms. The end window had the curtains drawn and the window was tight shut. Tim was right, they’d gone upstairs. They were no doubt going for it right now, curled around one another, sweaty and urgent, fucking like animals, sating one another, licking one another, trying to hold onto their calls for more because they had guests in the house.
    I felt the smooth head of Tim’s cock slip through my dark pubes towards my pussy. I wondered what colour pubes Jane had. Was she naturally a redhead and enhanced it with the bottle to get a more striking look? Or was she a blonde? Or maybe a brunette? Brunette was unlikely with her paper white skin and amber freckles, but blonde was a possibility.
    Tim groaned as he entered me, the water easing his way. . I didn’t get the usual delicious stretching I normally got when he invaded me. It was just a filling sensation. The friction was missing.
    “Fuck that feels so good,” he said, nibbling my ear. “So fucking good, Annie. You’re so fucking good.”
    I murmured a response, shut my eyes and grabbed hold of his wide biceps, which bulged as his hands gripped the tiles on either side of my head. His hips jerked me upwards and my back jarred against the hard wall of the pool. I let out a groan of discomfort which he took as encouragement and repeated the action.
    I tipped forward and clung onto his body. This impaled me farther onto his cock and I felt a spark in my clit as his pubic bone connected. Perhaps a quick orgasm would sate me a little.
    “Oh, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he said through gritted teeth. “You feel too fucking hot and wet around my dick, and I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all afternoon.”
    I wrapped my legs tighter around him and crunched my body down for that wonderful feeling of rhythm and pressure on my needy little nub. But it was no good. It wasn’t working. He was jerking around and shafting into me randomly, hitting all the wrong nerve endings and not igniting the flame.
    “I’m coming,” I lied breathily into his ear. I dragged my hand through his wet hair and tugged. “Come with me, come with me, Tim…now.”
    I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a heaving grunt, his muscles turned to granite. His penis pulsated within me and I knew semen would be spurting up to my womb and mixing with pool water.
    “Yes, Oh, God, yes,” he said, burying his face in my neck and wrapping his arms tighter around me to drag me harder onto his cock.
    I wondered what Jane said when she came. I imagined she’d release a series of guttural groans. Dirty sounds from such a sweet mouth would be a delight to listen to, a pleasure to create. Lucky old Matt. I wished I could be him for a night.
    I opened my eyes.
    We’d spun so I was facing the kitchen window and through the semi-darkness of the window pane I could make out a pale face staring out at me. My heart stuttered. It was Jane. She didn’t look away when our eyes connected; instead, she carried on staring, watching, like a statue.
    Her expression was curious, perhaps even amused as she saw Tim finish coming deep within me in a series of juddering spasms. I wondered what she would say if she knew I’d been imagining what it would be like to fuck her. What she’d think if she knew that all the time Tim was inside me, I wanted to be inside her.
     
     
     
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