“Let’s switch positions,” Gina sighed, as her husband Kyle and their friend Scooter slurped Gina’s pussy to a third orgasm.

“Where do you want us?” Kyle asked, his lips in her bush.

Gina sat up. “Kyle, keep licking.” She grabbed one of the wrapped condoms from a backpack on the forest floor and tossed it to Scooter. “You, lie down so I can sit on your cock.”

Sheathing his sword, Scooter moved into position.

Tits bouncing, Gina rose, then sank, with Kyle’s tongue lodged in her slit. “How does Scooter’s dick taste?”

Kyle sucked Scooter’s sack. “Saltier than his balls.”