Xavier could only smile and shake his head as he thought of how these three girls couldn't be more different but somehow when all brought together they and he connected on the most physical and primal of levels.  If it was an orchestra, he was the conductor, driving the steady beat of their rhythm with each thrust of his powerful hips as he pumped deep into Becca's tight core.  Watching Larissa drink he wondered if she would last long enough to accept his third climax of the day.  If it were anyone else he would say no, but he had learned not to bet against the Columbian's ability to defy the odds.  For now though he was content to watch her exotic body dance to the music of their sexual symphony as she face sat the beautiful blonde Brit.<br/><br/>Becca felt so good wrapped around his cock that had he not already cum he would have likely blown into her already.  Ali had taken the edge off a bit for him though and despite all the physical and visual stimulation, he was able to keep grinding into her athletic body with all his lust and passion.  Each thrust he pulled back until he could feel her tight lips clench his cock head then drive right back into her.  He had started slow and deliberate but was now picking up the pace, it was almost like a contest for him, wanting to see each girl climax before he let himself go inside his beautiful little Canadian.  He did run his hands up her torso, reaching beneath her to squeeze her small but firm tits.  He loved how hard the nipples felt pressed into the palm of each of his strong rough hands.