Unfolding - Part #05
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Jack dragged Charlie up the gravel drive and she clocked the B&B right away—no doilies, no potpourri. Skin flashed behind nearly every window. A woman rode a guy on the front porch like she owed rent. Charlie swallowed hard, her pulse jumping straight between her legs.
Inside, the manager made it clear: clothing optional, fucking encouraged, try the chocolate croissants if your mouth wasn’t busy. Charlie’s face burned. Her pussy throbbed anyway. They’d barely unpacked before the hosts, two fit hosts and India Summer, kicked the door wider and asked if the new couple minded an audience. Turned out Charlie was the audience.
India dropped to her knees between the two men, slick hands working both shafts till they glistened. She climbed the first one, took him balls-deep, then the second man slid behind and pushed in slow until both cocks stretched her open. India moaned like she’d won the lottery. Charlie couldn’t look away. Her own thighs pressed together, soaking through thin panties, as she watched India’s belly bulge, watched the sloppy rhythm, watched come leak down India’s trembling thighs while her husbands kept pounding. For the first time Charlie understood how big the world really was—and she liked the view.















