<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f110/Evil_Vampire123/Sexyguy-7.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Gino Freiland<br/>Accent: Dutch<br/>Location:  Heading to the Back Yard / Pool / Spa Area from the Lounge<br/>Tagged: Sam, Tami, Sergei, Brad</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Her body reacted in a manner that sent his senses into a dazing spiral of lust and a throbbing desire to tease her more, play with her more. The hand on her breasts moved to flick one of her budding twin peaks, fingertips grabbing hold to tease them with small flicks and twists. Sam twisted her body, bosom pushing against his hand as one of her slender arms snaked itself around his neck. The kiss they shared was filled with the sexual desire that floated between them, like invisible strings that pulled them closer to oneanother for as long as it would last.<br/><br/><strong>”You don’t mind a third party to this fun, do you sugar?”</strong>Sam asked, her voice a throaty whisper<strong>”I have a great desire to have both of you….at once”</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Not at all, sweetheart,"</strong>he replied, his whisper laced with a slight growl, like a proud lion bathing in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Sam pulled him along towards where Sergei sat, his hands not allowed to waver in their administration for even a moment. As they drew closer, the scent of Vodka passed through his nostrills. It was a subtle aroma, hardly noticeable and rarely smelled. Gino assumed that was what Sergei was drinking and he wouldn't mind having some of his own once there was time.<br/><br/>Sam leaned forward, causing the hand cupping her soft round mound to slip from its position as he remained standing upright. The quiver that ran through her burning core of desire didn't pass unnoticed by the fingers that were still working her at a steady pace. Pushing in and out of her beneath the bubbling water's surface, the coarse skin of his well worked fingertips rubbed against the smooth sensitive skin of her slick, wet walls. Many rough, hands on part time jobs had earned him those hands during his high school years. While he may have complained a lot during those days, he was now thankful for them, because women apparently loved the friction of his rough fingers inside their tight little folds.<br/><br/>Gino's member still brushed blindly against her thighs and firm rear, silently crying out for a place to belong. Deciding to answer that desperate call, he slipped his fingers from Sam's greedy loins. Peeling apart her tiny petals to expose the glistering pink core beneath the water's surface, Gino scooted himself a little closer. The mushroom tip of his member pulsated with anticipation as it slowly inched closer to her hole. He sank deep into her, his thick throbbing shaft straining against the walls of her hungry pussy.<br/><br/><strong>"Good fucking... God..."</strong>A groan ripped itself free from the convines of his mouth, head tilting back for a brief moment, like wolf howling at the moon in the night's sky. Hands taking hold of her whatever curves their long fingers could sink themselves in, he began his assault. A part of him seemed to know by instinct that this was not a situation where soft and slow belonged. With hard, long strokes he drove his cock into Sam again and again, stoking the fire deligently as if it were the last of its kind left on this planet.