At dinner, Kelsey leaned in with a sly grin, her long curly brown hair tumbling forward. 'Preston, those poolside charmers had fire. Think they're game for real adventure, or just talk?' Preston's mustache twitched as he laughed. 'With your fun personality and those curves, they'd be fools not to be. My athletic build and big cock might keep things interesting too.'
The group from the pool suddenly appeared. 'You two! Bar time—drinks on us?'
At the bar, glasses clinked and wit flew. 'Strip poker's calling,' one declared. Kelsey arched a brow, curvy athletic frame poised. 'Strip poker? Bold. But my ass isn't up for grabs without a fight—my pussy demands skill, not luck.' Preston felt his cock harden instantly. 'Witty as always, wife. Ready to watch them sweat?'
The idea left them both horny. They slipped away to their room, where Kelsey took charge, pushing him down. 'I'm wet and dripping already—show me that hard cock.' She gave a teasing blowjob, lips working magic as he panted. 'Your ass is perfection,' he groaned. 'Not submissive tonight,' she shot back, straddling him. They moved together, sweating and panting, until she came with a sharp cry, then he came hard, cum spilling as they collapsed. 'Poker tomorrow will be explosive,' she quipped.
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