Olivia noticed immediately. Her eyes dropped to my bulge, then flicked back up to mine with that slow, filthy smile she had. Without a word, she reached out, fingers brushing my waistband, grazing the warm skin just above it. She hooked her thumbs inside the elastic and lowered my shorts slowly, deliberately, letting them slide down my thighs until my huge dick sprang free.
It stood straight out, thick, veined, head swollen and slick with precum, still carrying traces of Maya, Asha, and Shyla. It bobbed heavily in the warm air, ready and aching for her.
Olivia stared at it, eyes wide, mouth watering visibly. She looked like she was starving all over again, lips parting slightly as she took in the size, the thickness, the way it pulsed in front of her.
She'd wanted me to stay with her the whole night at her beach stilt house earlier, and I'd refused, but now she was here, getting exactly what she wanted.
