I don’t bother to put my sandals back on as I walk to the front door. Walnuts, drop tanks, bombs? Bhabhi You’re one strong looking woman!”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” she lowers her voice a little, “has Carl fucked anybody’s cum out of you other than this guy Taylor?”
“Sure, but I haven’t gotten to that part of the story yet,” I wink. I hear the squishy sound of trapped cum squeezing out, and the smell in the room is powerful. This fuck isn’t intended to be a long lasting one. It’s been a grand day. It will be easy to clean. There’s no low-hanging scrotum, the ball sack is well separated, and each testicle sits mated to its mount like an external fuel tank below a fighter plane. Carl moves behind me, turns me around, pulls my ass upwards and leans me forward, hands on the beach towel.
