Sexaholics by Pynk

you are?”
    “Teela.” She examined the powerful shape of his ripped
     biceps.
    “And?”
    Falon wiped the beads of sweat from her drenched hairline.
     “Falon.” She gave a few short breaths as she used her hand to blow
     air toward her face.
    “Hello, Falon. Are you okay?”
    “Just a little winded.”
    Teela said, “She’ll be fine.”
    Falon gave a quick check of her diamond-encrusted wristwatch. “Teela, I
     need to make a call soon to my daughter’s teacher, so I’m going to
     head out if it’s okay.”
    “Oh, sure. Let me know when you’re ready to finish the circuit
     I’ve designed for you.”
    Reggie spoke right up. His eyes were stuck on Falon’s healthy chest.
     “Hey, I’m about to leave. How about if I walk over to the locker
     rooms with you?” He extended his arm to her.
    “That’d be nice,” Falon said to Reggie. She then said to
     Teela, “And maybe you can meet me by the front desk in a few minutes? Do
     you think?”
    “Oh, sure.”
    “Good,” Falon told her. She took Reggie’s arm. “So
     Reggie, are you headed back to work?”
    “Not today.”
    “What do you say we meet up at Starbucks after I make this
     call?”
    “I can do that.” His pleasure showed in his deep-set smile as
     they walked.
    Falon turned back. “Teela, you wanna join us? It is around the lunch
     hour.”
    Teela nodded after looking at the wall clock. “Actually, I think maybe
     I can.”
    “Good.”
    And after a couple of hours rolled by, it was obvious the ménage would
     not make a Ladera Shopping Center Starbucks appearance anytime soon. Reggie,
     Teela, and Falon were three deep in room 333 at the Holiday Inn Airport on
     Century. The three cars were parked right next to each other, with
     Reggie’s smoky gray BMW seven-series smack dab in the middle, in the very
     corner, in the very back in the shade. And all three cars were backed in.
    Reggie, the hunk with hard-earned muscles, who had dark brown skin and big
     brown eyes, stood at the end of the full-sized bed, wearing a super-thin Durex
     condom, with ass cheeks pumping like he was drilling for gold. The golden pussy
     he occupied, owned by foxy Falon, was hairy and plump and wet and filled to its
     maximum capacity with his heat-seeking dick at full tilt. His girth had widened
     her out, and his length had bottomed her out.
    He had Falon flat on her back, with his ass providing all the power. He stood
     tall and placed his feet firm, slightly bending his defined legs. She was
     getting fucked like he was Big Punisher, and her large breasts, one of them
     pierced, were rolling from side to side. She looked like she was holding her
     breath, gritting her teeth and grunting each time he plunged his overgrown cock
     to meet her cervix.
    “Uhph, umph, umph,” she said again and again with each forward
     pump motion. “I ain’t never squirted in my life, but hell, if there
     ever was a time, this is it. Either that or I’m about to piss on myself.
     Shit.” Her face looked both worried and satisfied. Her soft hips were at
     the very edge of the bed, allowing for the deepest penetration. His massive arms
     were hooked under her legs, making sure to hold her up at just the right height
     for his dick-sploration.
    Teela lay on her back next to Falon, finger-fucking herself with an urgency,
     breathing at an intense rate, spreading her own slippery lips. Three of her
     fingers slid across her clit while she watched the first-time couple fuck.
    The sound of Falon’s slapping flesh and the squeaking of overworked
     bedsprings was obvious. It sounded like somebody was fucking somebody. It
     smelled like somebody was fucking somebody. Intensely.
    “He’s fucking the shit outta me,” Falon yelled for dear
     life.
    Yep. Somebody was indeed fucking somebody.
    “Yeah, you’re taking all this dick. All the way back to the
     uterus.”
    “Teela, baby, you gotta help me with this man. This is enough
     dick-dinner for two.”
    Teela smirked. “You