Of course, it was a bit strange to be looking at Hoang, while I was fucking Thuy’s ass. As small as she was, her body had buckled a bit, and she was now squeezed between us. We would perhaps never do this again but, man, this shit was hot! As the mattress was a bit too soft, I couldn’t really fondle her breasts without losing my balance, and so I grabbed her awesome little thighs again after a few rounds with my hands on her tits.
Yeah, that double-penetration ten minutes earlier had already been fucking hot, but how her tight aperture-sphincter was gripping my tickling, prickling cock was even better. Luckily, she was so small and relatively light; Hoang looked like he could have held her like that forever.
I thought of Casey’s plan to be able to watch others having sex and conceived the idea that Hoang or I could hold her like that, which wouldn’t be easy as Casey weighed 25 or 30 pounds more and was six inches taller than our petite real-estate queen here. Looking up at me from Hoang’s chest, Thuy winked and nodded at me, like she wanted to encourage even more forceful thrusting.
She reached up at my nipple, after she had borrowed more divine juice from her snatch, before she ruffled my ample chest hair with her sticky nectar fingers. Hoang kissed her hair and then grabbed her knees more firmly. Just before I came, I admired her wet, soaked bush and her dripping, half-open pussy one final time and pushed my rod all the way up inside her rectum. Looking at the painting above the bed, I roared and hollered, as my white flakes were leaving my cock, sizzling and seething.
Yeah, I had forgotten to ask Thuy about the painting here last week, but wouldn’t do it now, either, of course. It probably was by the same woman as the painting downstairs in the kitchen. Instead, I pulled out and marveled at Thuy’s reddish anus orifice, which was slowly closing itself.
Cum was running out and dripping onto the bed, bubbling here and there. I spread it over her ass cheeks like ointment, before I lay down next to the two of them. Eventually, Thuy came to rest between us guys, of course, and for a while there was nothing to hear but our exhausted panting. Of course, I asked her how she had liked everything, to which she nodded, removing a wet, sweaty strand of hair from her forehead. Yes, to be held like this would probably be good for vaginal intercourse as well, wouldn’t it?
It was too bad that Nguyet still couldn’t welcome Hoang’s or my cock in her leathery thimble anus. But apart from her anatomy, I also thought that her personality was in the way: Nguyet was too tense. Too intense. She couldn’t just let go, like Thuy had done this afternoon again.
Well, we couldn’t force it but, at least, Casey would probably be ready for such shenanigans as well. I asked the two of them if we shouldn’t meet with Casey the following week, perhaps at the old hotel, to which Hoang nodded a bit too enthusiastically, though. Now, we only had to get Casey to undress in the presence of her lovely, sweet colleague Thuy, who was a dozen years her senior. But that couldn’t be too difficult.