John steps between your legs now and lines up his cock at your dripping entrance before trying to push inside. As you bring me my own drink we settle into the game, you sitting on my lap as my hands slowly stroke along your arm and across your breasts. Bhabhi “Call” Denis says and pushes a large portion of his pile of chips across the table. The bottom of it barely covers your ass and you know if you bend over even the slightest bit you would be on display for anyone looking. The soft skin of my cock sliding between your lips and over your tongue is the only thing you feel. You are half aware of the betting resuming around you as the pleasure begins to build. Not to be the odd man out. “Don’t ask questions you already know, you are expected to serve and it’s nothing you can’t handle” I reply, of course
