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When I brought their take-out dinners up to their suite about half an hour later, I politely knocked. Sarianna opened the door. She was completely naked. She smiled, a delicious smile that instantly showed bright white teeth and no embarrassment.
“Clotile, I think your vibe detector was spot-on, dear,” Sarianna called over her shoulder. Sarianna ushered me into the living room of the suite and slinked up to me, taking the two bags of food out of my hands.
“We can get to that later. I can tell by the bulge in your pants, Ciarán, that you like what you see. Am I off?”
I did like what I saw. Sarianna was a little shorter than Clotile, with lightly tanned skin and blonde hair, brown eyes and a delicate, button nose above thick, lush, red lips. Her tits were big and round, natural and slightly drooping as they rested on her prominent belly.
And that belly; if she was not in her eighth month she was minutes from it. Almost perfectly round, so much so that it seemed to tuck in at the sides before smoothly joining the rest of her. Her belly sat up high and forward, well above her hips.
As I took in the view of her splendid belly, she reached down from both sides with her two arms, underneath her belly. She lifted it. She bent her legs slightly and thrust her belly forward, laughing. I could see her bald cunt; hairless, plucked perfectly clean.
“Oh, my, Ciarán, be careful you don’t cum in your pants! That white uniform would be a bugger to clean cum out of.”
She was right. I watched her thrust that belly toward me and literally felt my precum flowing. And Clotile had not even come into the room.
“Miss, I just want to check, Miss. You and your friend —”
“She’s my lover, Ciarán. We play both sides of the street. I like cunt — well, only Clotile’s cunt — and I like her pregnant belly. And I like cock. Same with Clotile. She adores my cunt and clit, but will take a thick cock any night. That’s why you’re here, silly boy.”
“I want to make sure you and your friend are not, uh, well …”
“Setting you up? Come on, Ciarán. Think about it. Your name is on a lot of message boards about this place. ‘Check him out,’ ‘Let him help,’ ‘Nice eyes, nice cock.’ We came here to see you, silly boy.”
I took a moment to absorb this. Message boards? People are talking about this place, and talking about me?
“I’m sorry, Miss, I don’t understand. You have a very beautiful body, but I don’t want to lose my job.”
“Clotile, get in here. He’s not on board yet.”
Clotile came in from the third bedroom. I know the layout of every suite and all the rooms. She did not come out from the master bedroom. She came out from the third bedroom.
When she came out, she was not only naked, she was shimmering with a thin glaze of clear oil all over her body.
“What is the trouble, Sarianna? I thought we agreed you would bring him back to the slippery room.” Clotile’s naked body was a bit taller than Sarianna’s, but just as voluptuous and ripe. She had the merest wisp of cunt hair over her thick cunt lips. Thinner thighs than Sarianna, but still curvy and lovely to look at.
Her areolas were dark ponds at the ends of two enormous tits, with excited, jutting nipples already leaking milk onto her belly. Clotile’s belly moved out like the tip of a torpedo, low and hanging over her hips like a load too great to bear.
I've seen that many times. I cannot decide which type of pregnant, thrusting belly I like more: the pendulous belly like Clotile’s, or the nearly flawless, lofting globe like Sarianna’s.
When I brought their take-out dinners up to their suite about half an hour later, I politely knocked. Sarianna opened the door. She was completely naked. She smiled, a delicious smile that instantly showed bright white teeth and no embarrassment.
“Clotile, I think your vibe detector was spot-on, dear,” Sarianna called over her shoulder. Sarianna ushered me into the living room of the suite and slinked up to me, taking the two bags of food out of my hands.
“We can get to that later. I can tell by the bulge in your pants, Ciarán, that you like what you see. Am I off?”
I did like what I saw. Sarianna was a little shorter than Clotile, with lightly tanned skin and blonde hair, brown eyes and a delicate, button nose above thick, lush, red lips. Her tits were big and round, natural and slightly drooping as they rested on her prominent belly.
And that belly; if she was not in her eighth month she was minutes from it. Almost perfectly round, so much so that it seemed to tuck in at the sides before smoothly joining the rest of her. Her belly sat up high and forward, well above her hips.
As I took in the view of her splendid belly, she reached down from both sides with her two arms, underneath her belly. She lifted it. She bent her legs slightly and thrust her belly forward, laughing. I could see her bald cunt; hairless, plucked perfectly clean.
“Oh, my, Ciarán, be careful you don’t cum in your pants! That white uniform would be a bugger to clean cum out of.”
She was right. I watched her thrust that belly toward me and literally felt my precum flowing. And Clotile had not even come into the room.
“Miss, I just want to check, Miss. You and your friend —”
“She’s my lover, Ciarán. We play both sides of the street. I like cunt — well, only Clotile’s cunt — and I like her pregnant belly. And I like cock. Same with Clotile. She adores my cunt and clit, but will take a thick cock any night. That’s why you’re here, silly boy.”
“I want to make sure you and your friend are not, uh, well …”
“Setting you up? Come on, Ciarán. Think about it. Your name is on a lot of message boards about this place. ‘Check him out,’ ‘Let him help,’ ‘Nice eyes, nice cock.’ We came here to see you, silly boy.”
I took a moment to absorb this. Message boards? People are talking about this place, and talking about me?
“I’m sorry, Miss, I don’t understand. You have a very beautiful body, but I don’t want to lose my job.”
“Clotile, get in here. He’s not on board yet.”
Clotile came in from the third bedroom. I know the layout of every suite and all the rooms. She did not come out from the master bedroom. She came out from the third bedroom.
When she came out, she was not only naked, she was shimmering with a thin glaze of clear oil all over her body.
“What is the trouble, Sarianna? I thought we agreed you would bring him back to the slippery room.” Clotile’s naked body was a bit taller than Sarianna’s, but just as voluptuous and ripe. She had the merest wisp of cunt hair over her thick cunt lips. Thinner thighs than Sarianna, but still curvy and lovely to look at.
Her areolas were dark ponds at the ends of two enormous tits, with excited, jutting nipples already leaking milk onto her belly. Clotile’s belly moved out like the tip of a torpedo, low and hanging over her hips like a load too great to bear.
I've seen that many times. I cannot decide which type of pregnant, thrusting belly I like more: the pendulous belly like Clotile’s, or the nearly flawless, lofting globe like Sarianna’s.
