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I felt the tingle begin in my belly and shoot down to my toes. No sense messing up a good thing. After a few hands, Alex was holding her own and Sam had lost his shirt and shoes.
Sam was also at the moment of truth as he pokwr a sock to leave him with a pair of blue jeans—only. The one in the dress laughed and lay down a much better hand. I had been sitting in as modest a position as I could manage, my legs together and my arms covering my chest as best I could.
He had no idea of the mental state I was in after Allan, or the effect of too many vodka tonics. It was during one of these training-sessions where we assisted Mr.
stiries Chris obliged and turned around, placing her hands behind her back. I traced the V of his hips up and over his hard, flat stomach.
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The fourth and fifth round saw Chris as the loser and she first removed her shirt, but then hesitated. It was three against one — a dorm room gang bang. It was about time to put our plan to work.
I liked the risk, the uncertainty, the manipulation, the strategy. The taste of my juices turned me on even more as Ted went down between my legs. She revealed her pussy and soft round ass as her jeans dropped to the floor and she slowly stepped out of them. She was now down to one item, but she was still fully covered.
And, she looked hot in just a bra and jeans. He whistled sfrip tune and bent back into the cooler as I handed him some bottles.
Seven-card stud was my jam, and true to form, I won several hands easily. That left Brian. Christine, who wanted to be called Chris, had dark-brown hair, cut rather short in the neck, but with the same length at the sides and in front.
Now Alex was not much of a card player so her chances of winning were slim. She had very dark-blue eyes and an ever-smiling beautiful mouth. Every part of my sex was hot, slippery, and pulsing.
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I could no longer leave. I collapsed onto his chest for a minute, completely spent. Storiex could feel in his lips and in his breath how much he wanted me. Trying to conceal the shake of her hand, she reached towards her four new cards and lifted them up one by one.
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He was a professional magician and escape-artist, not very famous, but struggling hard to make a name for himself. I poured myself another drink, and for some reason, started to lose badly. I looked sideways at Brian, trying to read him. I pokef the game.