The golden sunbeams danced playfully through the gnarled branches of the ancient trees, casting a warm glow over the sprawling gardens surrounding the grand manor.
On a delicate bench nestled among the foliage, Barbara basked in the warm rays that kissed her skin.
She wore a short skirt that emphasized her long legs, and the gentle breeze teased the fabric, giving tantalizing glimpses of her red thong underneath. The vibrant color of her underwear stood out against her smooth skin, adding to her seductive charm as she played coy with the summer breeze.
This was a special day for Barbara; she had been invited by her older neighbour, Mr. Egbert van Berkel, and his attractive friend, Mr. Marc Jansen.
Over the years, she had grown fond of their company—their charm and wisdom never failed to captivate her, and she always felt at ease around them.
The two men were dressed casually in shorts, confidently showing off their muscular legs without any hint of underwear. Barbara could sense their arousal, sending an exciting jolt through her body. It was as if they were ignited by the summer heat, and the chemistry between them was undeniable
Mr. van Berkel’s playful tone and mischievous gaze caught Barbara’s attention. “Do you remember playing here as a child, Barbara?” he asked, his eyes lingering on her thighs for a moment. A warm sensation of excitement spread through her body, knowing that he had seen her in an innocent state but was now interested in her current appearance.
She laughed with a playful smile, recalling the memory of her carefree childhood.
But beneath her playful facade, she reveled in the implicit challenge in the air between them. As they continued to drink together, their glasses clinking in promise, the afternoon unfolded like a film.
They shared deep conversations filled with laughter and warmth, blurring the line between past and present. Barbara played coyly with the hem of her skirt, occasionally revealing her bright red thong while openly sharing about her life, dreams, and desires. The palpable interest from the men bolstered her confidence and added to the thrill of the afternoon.
“Barbara, you have such a unique aura,” commented Mr. Jansen in his charming, inviting tone. “You exude a sense of freedom and authenticity that is truly incredible.” As she stood in the lush garden, Barbara felt like his words blended seamlessly with the warm summer air.
She could see the sincere admiration in his eyes and couldn’t help but feel like a flower blossoming under the sun’s rays. “I’m just being myself,” she replied playfully, twirling her skirt to reveal glimpses of her red thong which seemed to heighten the men’s excitement. Surrounded by their masculine energy, Barbara felt empowered and confident. The conversation delved into deeper topics of love, desire, and memories as Mr. van Berkel’s infectious laughter filled the garden with a softer, livelier atmosphere. Barbara felt more at ease with each passing moment as they reminisced about their youth and shared their past fascinations. In that moment, it was as if they were enveloped in a summertime cocoon that allowed them to escape from reality and indulge in their desires together.
As the day progressed and the sun set, casting a golden glow on their surroundings, Barbara took a sip of wine and felt her heart flutter at the intense gazes of the men. They couldn’t hide their interest; it was playful yet powerful. Knowing that they were entranced by her allure only added to the already sensual atmosphere.
“Barbara,” Mr. Jansen spoke in a low, inviting voice, almost like a whisper. “I have a question for you. What is your greatest desire?”
Her eyes glimmered with curiosity and excitement. “I believe my desire is to be free and unrestrained, to truly enjoy life without limitations,” she responded, her voice warm and alluring as she playfully glanced at the men.
The energy around them intensified, making Barbara feel like she was diving into a thrilling adventure with these men. The line between their worlds was slowly fading away, and with every sip of wine, she felt more liberated and empowered. The attraction between them grew stronger, pulsing through the garden’s intoxicating ambiance.
As the sun descended and the stars illuminated the sky, the energy in the air became even more potent. The once casual conversations now held an underlying tone of erotic tension. The garden, which was filled with vibrant flowers earlier, now exuded an intimate aura.
“Perhaps our true freedom lies in embracing our desires,” Mr. van Berkel proposed with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Barbara could feel their heartbeats syncing up with his words in the charged atmosphere.
Barbara stood up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why don’t we take a stroll through the garden?” she suggested, her voice low and inviting. “There’s so much beauty to explore.”
The men eagerly agreed, rising to join her. As they began to walk, Barbara found herself between Mr. Jansen and Mr.van Berkel, their bodies close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from them. The garden path wound through lush foliage, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and roses.
As they ventured deeper into the garden, the sounds of the party faded away, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and their own quickened breaths. Barbara’s fingers brushed against Mr. Jansen’s hand, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She turned to see his eyes dark with desire, and she felt a answering surge of heat low in her belly.
They rounded a corner and suddenly found themselves in a hidden alcove, secluded from the rest of the garden. A small stone fountain bubbled softly, its trickling water creating a soothing melody. Delicate fairy lights were strung through the overhanging branches, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the intimate space.
Barbara gasped in delight, her eyes widening as she took in the romantic setting. “It’s like a secret paradise,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Mr. van Berkel smiled knowingly. “I had this area created for moments just like this,” he murmured, his hand coming to rest on the small of Barbara’s back.
The touch sent shivers up her spine. She turned to face the two men, her heart racing with anticipation. Mr. Jansen stepped closer, his fingers trailing along her bare arm.
As they stood in that intimate alcove, the air thick with desire, Barbara’s gaze was drawn to a shimmering light in the distance. “What’s that?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Mr. van Berkel’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Ah, that would be the pond. Would you like to see it?”
Without waiting for an answer, he took her hand, leading her down a winding path. Mr. Jansen followed close behind, his presence a warm comfort at her back. As they rounded a bend, Barbara gasped in awe.
Before them lay a breathtaking sight – a large, natural pond nestled in a clearing. The water’s surface was dotted with lily pads, their delicate white and pink flowers open to the night sky. Beneath the surface, colorful koi fish darted about, their scales gleaming in the moon
Barbara’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the enchanting scene. The pond was like a mirror, reflecting the stars above and creating the illusion of an infinite expanse of twinkling lights. Fireflies danced lazily over the water’s surface, their gentle glow adding to the magical atmosphere.
Mr. van Berkel gently tugged Barbara closer to the water’s edge, where a small wooden dock extended into the pond. As they stepped onto it, the old boards creaked softly beneath their feet, a whisper of welcome. The men guided Barbara to the end of the dock, where they stood together, surrounded by the beauty of nature.
The night air was warm and heavy with the scent of water lilies and jasmine. A gentle breeze caressed Barbara’s skin, causing goosebumps to rise despite the heat. She could feel the solid presence of Mr. van Berkel and Mr.Jansen.
Barbara’s heart pounded in her chest as Mr. Jansen’s deep voice cut through the silent night. Every nerve in her body sparked to life, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. “Barbara,” he purred, his tone low and seductive, “would you dare to join me for a midnight swim… in nothing but our skin?” The invitation hung heavy in the air, stirring up a swirl of desire and anticipation within Barbara’s core.
The question hung in the air, electric with possibility. Barbara’s heart raced as she considered the offer, her eyes drawn to the inviting shimmer of the pond. The water looked like liquid silver in the moonlight, beckoning her with promises of cool relief from the summer heat and the burning desire that coursed through her veins.
She turned to face the two men, their eyes dark with want. The fairy lights strung around the pond cast a soft glow on their muscular forms, highlighting the contours of their bodies in a way that made Barbara’s mouth go dry. She could see the anticipation written clearly on their faces, mirroring her own excitement.
“I’d love to,” she whispered.
Barbara’s heart thudded against her ribcage as she reached for the hem of her blouse, her fingers trembling with anticipation. With a sharp intake of breath, she slowly lifted the fabric over her head, feeling its soft whisper against her skin like a lover’s touch. Her toned stomach and the curve of her ribcage were revealed in all their glory, a testament to years of hard work and dedication.
She paused for a moment, basking in the hungry looks from both men before unhooking her bra with practiced ease. As the garment fell away, her large, firm breasts were unveiled like precious treasures, their pale skin glowing in the moonlight.
Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen both let out primal gasps, their eyes widening in feverish appreciation. Barbara’s nipples hardened under their intense gazes, a mix of the cool night air and her growing arousal. She smiled seductively, relishing in their obvious desire for her
With a primal hunger burning in their eyes, Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen tore off their clothes with ferocious speed. Their chiseled muscles glistened in the moonlight as they stood boldly exposed before Barbara. She couldn’t help but drink in every inch of their bodies, her gaze lingering on the pulsating and dripping evidence of their desire for her.
With a playful laugh, Barbara turned and dove gracefully into the pond. The cool water enveloped her body, providing delicious contrast to her heated skin. She surfaced a few meters away, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders and droplets of water glistening on her skin.
Barbara’s laughter echoed across the pond as she swam gracefully through the water, her nude form gliding just beneath the surface. The moonlight danced on the ripples she created, casting shimmering patterns across her skin. She turned to face the dock, her eyes sparkling with invitation.
Without hesitation, Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen dove in after her, their muscular bodies cutting through the water with powerful strokes. As they surfaced near Barbara, droplets cascaded down their chests, catching the light like tiny diamonds. The cool water provided a thrilling contrast to their heated skin, heightening every sensation.
Barbara playfully splashed water at the men, her breasts bouncing enticingly with the movement. Mr. Jansen retaliated, sending a wave towards her that made her squeal with delight.
Mr. van Berkel took advantage of the distraction, gliding silently through the water until he was behind Barbara. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her close against his chest. Barbara gasped, both from surprise and the electric feeling of his skin against hers.
“May I?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Barbara nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
Slowly, reverently, Mr. van Berkel’s hands slid up her sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath his palms.
His fingers clawed at her skin, tracing the sharp edges of her ribcage before squeezing her breasts with a fierce grip. Barbara gasped in pleasure and pain as he ruthlessly kneaded the firm flesh, his thumbs grinding against her tender nipples until they were raw and throbbing with sensation.
The contrast between the cool water and his warm touch sent shivers down her spine. His lips found the curve of her neck, planting feather-light kisses along her skin.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jansen moved closer, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at Barbara. The water lapped gently around them as he closed the distance, his strong arms encircling her waist. Barbara’s breath hitched as she felt his arousal pressing against her thighs, hot and insistent even in the cool pond.
The sensation of being caught between these two virile men was intoxicating. Barbara’s head fell back against Mr. van Berkel’s shoulder as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Barbara felt herself enveloped in a cocoon of sensuality as the two men pressed close against her in the moonlit pond. Mr. van Berkel’s strong chest was warm against her back, a stark contrast to the cool water lapping at their bodies. His hands continued their gentle exploration, fingers tracing delicate patterns across her skin.
As Mr. van Berkel’s lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, Barbara felt a new sensation – the unmistakable press of his hardness against the curve of her bottom. The realization sent a jolt of electricity through her core. She instinctively arched her back, pushing against him and eliciting a low groan from deep in his throat.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jansen’s muscular thigh slid between her legs as he pulled her closer. Barbara gasped as she felt the firm pressure against her most sensitive area. Almost unconsciously, she began to open .
Barbara’s moans filled the air as she surrendered herself to both men. The cool water enveloped them, creating a sensual atmosphere as Mr. van Berkel entered her from behind with slow, deliberate thrusts. At the same time, Mr. Jansen’s unyielding desire pressed against her front entrance, demanding to be let in. With every breath, Barbara fought to remain composed, her body trembling with anticipation and pleasure as she willingly let go of all control.
As if sensing her readiness, both men began to enter her with exquisite slowness. The dual sensation was unlike anything Barbara had ever experienced before. She felt deliciously full as they stretched her, the cool water providing a thrilling contrast. Pleasure radiated through her entire being as they established a gentle rhythm, moving in tandem.
Barbara’s head fell back against Mr. van Berkel’s shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. Soft cries of pleasure escaped her lips with each thrust.
The gentle lapping of the pond’s waters soon gave way to more urgent splashing as the three lovers found their rhythm. Barbara’s soft moans echoed across the moonlit clearing, mingling with the deeper grunts and groans of Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, creating waves that rippled outward.
Barbara felt as if she was floating in a sea of pure sensation. Every nerve ending in her body sang with pleasure as the two men filled her completely. Mr. van Berkel’s thick length stretched her from behind, while Mr. Jansen’s impressive girth opened her from the front. The dual stimulation was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
As their pace quickened, Barbara’s cries grew louder and more desperate. Her fingers dug into Mr. Jansen’s muscular shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.
Barbara’s world narrowed to the exquisite sensations flooding her body as both men fucked her with rising intensity. The cool water of the pond enveloped them, their movements sending ripples across the surface, like the very essence of their pleasure seeping into the world around them. Their hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as if even their fingertips were on fire for her.
Mr. van Berkel’s strong arms clamped around her waist, anchoring her as he slowly thrust into her from behind, his pace measured and controlled. His breathing grew ragged in her ear, his arousal twitching with desire against her sensitive folds. With every deep, powerful thrust, he brushed against a place within her that sent shivers down her spine and made her toes curl.
As the intensity built, Barbara felt herself approaching the precipice of ecstasy. The men’s movements became more urgent, their thrusts deeper and more forceful. The water churned around them as they drove into her relentlessly from both sides.
Barbara’s cries of pleasure echoed across the pond as wave after wave of sensation washed over her. Her inner muscles clenched and pulsed around the men’s hardness. She trembled between them, overcome by the dual stimulation.
With animalistic grunts, both men reached their peak simultaneously. Barbara gasped as she felt them pulsing inside her, spilling their hot seed deep within her body. The primal sounds of their release mixed with her own cries of ecstasy.
For a long moment, they remained locked together, shuddering with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Gradually, their breathing slowed.
As their breathing slowed, Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen gently eased out of Barbara. They supported her trembling body as they waded towards the shore. The cool night air caressed their wet skin as they emerged from the pond.
Mr. van Berkel led them to a soft blanket spread on the grass nearby, illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns. He helped Barbara settle onto the plush fabric, her damp skin glistening in the flickering light. Mr. Jansen knelt beside her, his strong hands massaging her shoulders and back.
Barbara sighed contentedly as their skilled fingers worked the tension from her muscles. Mr. van Berkel’s lips found the curve of her neck, planting feather-light kisses along her collarbone. His hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened into a stiff peak.
As Barbara lay on the blanket, Mr. Jansen’s hands kneading the tension from her muscles, she felt a warm trickle between her thighs. The men’s combined essences slowly seeped from her, a sensual reminder of their passionate encounter in the pond. She shifted slightly, feeling deliciously sore and satisfied.
“What a marvelous evening,” Mr. van Berkel murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “But I believe we’re not quite finished yet, are we my dear?”
Barbara’s pulse quickened at his words. Despite her recent climax, she felt desire stirring within her once more. “No,” she breathed. “I don’t think we are.”
Mr. Jansen chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Then it’s fortunate I came prepared,”
Mr. Jansen reached behind a nearby tree, producing a wicker picnic basket. “I thought we might need some refreshments,” he said with a wink, opening the lid to reveal a chilled bottle of champagne nestled alongside a tin of caviar.
Barbara’s eyes widened in delight as Mr. Jansen expertly popped the cork, the effervescent liquid bubbling over. He poured three flutes, handing them around. The cool glass felt wonderful against Barbara’s flushed skin as she took a sip, the crisp bubbles dancing on her tongue.
Mr. van Berkel opened the caviar, spreading some on a cracker and bringing it to Barbara’s lips. She accepted the morsel, savoring the briny pop of the roe against the buttery cracker.
The caviar burst against Barbara’s tongue, its briny flavor reminiscent of another familiar taste. The delicate pop of each egg released a surge of salty richness that flooded her senses, evoking memories of warm, viscous sperm coating her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the similarities – the velvety texture, the oceanic tang, the primal essence.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she swallowed, her body responding instinctively to the evocative flavor. Mr. van Berkel’s eyes darkened with renewed desire as he watched her reaction. He spread more caviar on a cracker, this time trailing it along her collarbone before bringing it to her parted lips.
Barbara’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Mr. van Berkel’s heated gaze. With a coy smile, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the caviar trail along her collarbone. The tiny black pearls clung to her skin, glistening in the soft lantern light. She traced the path with agonizing slowness, savoring each briny burst.
When she reached the cracker, Barbara parted her lips, allowing Mr. van Berkel to place it on her tongue. She closed her mouth around his fingers, sucking gently as she pulled away. The caviar spread across her palate, a symphony of flavors exploding with each movement of her jaw.
Barbara scooped a generous portion onto her finger, bringing it to her mouth with deliberate sensuality. As she slid her finger between her lips, a wet, squelching sound filled the air as Barbara closed her lips around her finger, sucking the caviar off with hollowed cheeks. The tiny eggs burst against her tongue, flooding her senses with their briny essence. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the flavor.
When she withdrew her finger, it glistened with her saliva.
Barbara’s eyes fluttered open, meeting the intense gazes of Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen. A blush crept across her cheeks as she realized how provocative her actions had been. But the hunger in their eyes only fueled her own desire.
“My goodness,” she breathed, her voice husky. “That caviar… it’s absolutely divine.” She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, catching any remaining morsels. “The texture, the flavor… it reminds me of something familiar.”
Mr. Jansen leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “What does it remind you of, Barbara?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
She felt a thrill run through her body at his proximity. Emboldened by the champagne and the lingering afterglow of their encounter in the pond, Barbara decided to be daring.
Barbara’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and playful embarrassment. She looked up at them through her lashes, her voice barely audible as she confessed, “It tasted of warm, slimy sperm.”
The men exchanged heated glances, their bodies tensing with renewed arousal
Barbara’s words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere. Mr. van Berkel and Mr. Jansen exchanged heated glances, their bodies visibly responding to her provocative statement.
“Is that so?” Mr. van Berkel murmured, his voice husky with renewed desire. He reached out, trailing a finger along Barbara’s collarbone. “Perhaps we should conduct a taste test, to see how accurate that comparison is.”
Barbara’s breath hitched as Mr. Jansen moved behind her, his strong hands coming to rest on her shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his arousal evident against her back.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Mr. Jansen agreed, his lips brushing against her ear. “What do you say, Barbara? Are you up for a little experimentation?”
Barbara’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Both men’s impressive manhoods stood at full attention, glistening with desire in the soft moonlight. Droplets of clear fluid beaded at their tips, threatening to spill over at any moment.
“How do we do that?” Barbara asked breathlessly, her gaze darting between their large, dripping penises. Her heart raced with anticipation, her body still humming from their earlier encounter.
Mr. van Berkel smiled seductively, moving closer until the tip of his erection brushed against her lips. “I believe a direct comparison is in order,” he purred. “Why don’t you start with a little taste test?”
Beside him, Mr. Jansen nodded in agreement, his hand lazily stroking his own impressive length. “Then you can tell us which you prefer – the caviar or the real thing
Barbara’s lips parted, welcoming Mr. van Berkel’s impressive girth. As the large, wet tip pushed its way into her mouth, she felt a little squirt of pre-cum hit her tongue. The salty-sweet flavor exploded across her taste buds, igniting a fire deep within her core. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers through Mr. van Berkel’s body.
Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head, tracing the ridge and dipping into the slit to coax out more of his essence. Barbara’s cheeks hollowed as she applied gentle suction, drawing him deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed in concentration, savoring every nuance of his taste and texture.
Mr. van Berkel’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he slowly rocked his hips. “
Mr. Jansen’s hands kneaded her shoulders as he watched, his own manhood twitching with anticipation. Barbara’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the exquisite experience.
Barbara’s senses were overwhelmed as Mr. van Berkel’s manhood swelled even further in her mouth. She felt it pulse against her tongue, growing impossibly harder and thicker with each passing moment. The veins along his shaft became more pronounced, creating delicious ridges for her lips to glide over.
As she sucked and licked with growing enthusiasm, she was rewarded with an increasing flood of pre-cum. The salty-sweet fluid coated her tongue in steady spurts, each one more copious than the last. It trickled down her throat, igniting a fire in her core that spread throughout her body.
The taste was intoxicating – musky and primal, with hints of the champagne they had shared earlier. Barbara moaned softly, the vibrations causing Mr. van Berkel to shudder with pleasure. His grip on her hair tightened as he began to moan.
Mr. Jansen’s strong hands held Barbara’s head firmly in place as Mr. van Berkel’s hips began to buck erratically. Barbara braced herself, relaxing her throat to take him deeper. Suddenly, Mr. van Berkel let out a primal, animalistic groan that echoed through the night air. His whole body tensed as he reached his climax.
Hot spurts of thick, creamy fluid flooded Barbara’s mouth in rhythmic pulses. The salty, musky taste overwhelmed her senses as she struggled to swallow it all. Some escaped her lips, trickling down her chin in pearly rivulets. Mr. van Berkel’s essence coated her tongue, filling her mouth completely.
Barbara moaned softly, the vibrations prolonging Mr. van Berkel’s pleasure as he continued to empty himself. The sheer volume was astonishing –
As Barbara tried to swallow the copious amount of fluid, Mr. van Berkel gently withdrew from her mouth. His still-pulsing member sprayed several more thick ropes of pearly essence across her flushed face. The warm, viscous fluid painted her cheeks and forehead, dripping down her nose and chin.
Barbara gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer volume. As she opened her mouth to catch her breath, a large glob of the creamy substance spilled past her lips. It dribbled down her chin in thick rivulets, joining the streams already coating her neck and chest.
The moonlight caught the glistening trails on her skin, making them shimmer like strands of pearls. The heady scent of Mr. van Berkel’s release filled the air around them, primal and intoxicating.
Mr. Jansen’s fingers tangled in Barbara’s hair, gently but firmly guiding her towards his own throbbing member. Her lips, still glistening with Mr. van Berkel’s essence, parted eagerly as she neared Jansen’s impressive girth.
Barbara’s mouth watered, a mix of saliva and lingering sperm coating her tongue as she took in the sight before her. Mr. Jansen’s manhood pulsed with need, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip like a pearl. The moonlight caressed his sculpted form, highlighting every ridge and vein of his straining erection.
With a soft moan of anticipation, Barbara extended her tongue, lapping at the sensitive head. The taste of him mingled with the remnants of Mr. van Berkel’s release, creating an intoxicating flavor that made her hornier the ever.
Mr. Jansen’s hips bucked forward, plunging his thick shaft deep into Barbara’s waiting mouth. She gasped around his girth, her eyes widening as he filled her completely. His hands tightened in her hair, holding her steady as he began to thrust with increasing force.
Barbara relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide even deeper. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat with each powerful stroke. Saliva pooled in her mouth, mixing with the remnants of Mr. van Berkel’s release. The combined fluids spilled past her lips, splattering onto her chest and dripping down her chin in messy rivulets.
Mr. Jansen’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The wet, squelching sounds of Barbara’s mouth filled the air, punctuated by her muffled moans.
Her eyes widened as she felt Mr. Jansen’s shaft pulse and swell. With a guttural groan, he erupted, flooding her mouth with thick, creamy seed. The sheer volume overwhelmed her as spurt after spurt filled her cheeks. She struggled to swallow, but the torrent was relentless.
Pearly rivulets escaped her lips, streaming down her chin. When Mr. Jansen withdrew, a final powerful jet painted her face. Gasping for air, Barbara dropped to all fours, her stomach heaving. The combined fluids from both men spilled from her mouth onto the grass below in glistening puddles.
Barbara remained on her hands and knees, her body trembling as she caught her breath. The moonlight bathed the scene in an ethereal glow, illuminating her glistening skin. Her face was a canvas of pearly white, the combined essence of both men coating her features in a lustrous sheen.
Thick rivulets trailed down her cheeks and chin, dripping onto her heaving chest. The moonbeams caught each droplet, making them shimmer like liquid diamonds. Her lips, swollen from their vigorous activities, glistened with a mixture of saliva and semen.
As Barbara’s breathing steadied, she felt another wave of fullness in her throat. With a final, forceful cough, a large glob of thick, creamy fluid erupted from her mouth. It splattered onto the grass beneath her, joining the growing puddle of pearlescent liquid.
Mr. Jansen reached for the champagne bottle, his muscular arm flexing as he poured the sparkling liquid into three crystal flutes. The bubbles fizzed and danced in the moonlight as he handed a glass to Barbara with a gentle smile.
Here, my dear. This should help cleanse your palate,” he said softly.
Barbara accepted the glass gratefully, her hand trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. The cool, crisp champagne was a stark contrast to the warm, thick fluids that had just filled her mouth. She sipped slowly, savoring the way the effervescent bubbles tickled her tongue and throat.
Mr. van Berkel raised his own glass in a toast. “To new experiences and delightful company,” he said, his voice husky with lingering desire.
The three clinked their glasses together, the crystal ringing out.
Mr.Jansen said: let us toast on more adventures. Let’s go to Bali next month. Barbara loved the idea. She needed a vacation .
