"Cindy," I reply, tearing my eyes away from the masturbating poet. I look into Molly's blue eyes, feel her fingers intwined in mine, and on sudden impulse I press my body to hers and kiss her full lips. I feel her melt into the kiss. Encouraged, I guide her hand down my body, until her fingertips slide between my legs and she can feel my wetness. She touches my pussy softly, curiously, and skillfully.

Releasing her hand, allowing it to move freely on me, I reach out, tracing along the length of her arm, until my hand brushes against the man's hard cock. Together we touch him, enjoying the feel of his manhood as we kiss one another. I feel him moving closer to us, and I break away from my kiss with Molly, looking up into his eyes.

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Thank you, sir, may I have another?