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AvaJust a friend, I tell Nico, who appears inquisitive over my late-night caller. I do hope Ryan decides to stay.I walk back over to Nico, who is still sitting in the armchair, his cock hard and waiting for me. I straddle him and sink down onto his thick length in one smooth motion. He groans loudly as I start riding him hard and fast. My tits bounce in his face as I fuck him exactly how I need it. I grind my hips in circles, taking him deeper each time, my pussy gripping him tight.Ryan stayed. I can feel his eyes on me through the glass doors as I ride Nico’s cock. I put on a show for him. Arching my back, moaning louder, letting Ryan see exactly how much I love being watched. Nico’s hands grip my ass as he thrusts up into me, but my mind is on Ryan outside. I know he’s there. I can feel his gaze burning into my skin.Fuck, yes. Harder. I moan, making sure Ryan can hear every sound. I look toward the deck, knowing he’s there, and it makes me wetter. I ride Nico faster, my hands on

RyanThe resort sun is brutal today, beating down on my skin as I lie by the pool trying to relax. But my mind keeps drifting back to Ava. To last night. To this morning in the shower. To the way her pussy squeezed me when she came. I shouldn’t be thinking about her this much. I don’t do this. I spot her before she sees me. She’s walking toward the pool area in a tiny white bikini that barely covers anything. Her raven hair is loose and flowing, her skin glowing from the sun. Every guy around the pool turns to stare at her. My jaw tightens instinctively. She lays her towel on a lounger not far from mine and starts applying sunscreen. I watch her hands glide slowly over her long legs, her flat stomach, then up to the swell of her breasts. My dick stirs in my shorts. She catches me staring. A slow, knowing smirk appears on her lips. Enjoying the view? she calls out loud enough for a few people nearby to hear. I don’t bother denying it. Come here, I say, my voice low. She wal

RyanThe night is warm and the waves are loud when I knock on Ava’s door. She opens it in nothing but one of my shirts, her hair messy from sleep, eyes bright with that little smile that always makes my dick twitch. You stayed in my room again, she says, sounding surprised but pleased. I couldn’t leave, I admit, stepping inside before I can talk myself out of it. She pulls me inside and the second the door closes she’s on me, kissing me hard, pushing me toward the bed like she’s been waiting all day. I take her slowly this time, no rush, no pressure. I kiss every inch of her — her neck, her breasts, the soft skin of her stomach — tasting her skin, feeling her pulse race under my lips. Then I slide inside her deep and steady, inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. She wraps her legs around me and we move together like we’ve been doing this for years. Slow, deep, perfect. After, we lie tangled up, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I stroke her b