Immediately, Kelly took hold of our cocks and began stroking them to hardness.
She gay cock sucker took turns, tasting the pre-cum that slowly leaked from our cocks, her tongue teasing and playing and she knelt between us.
Jeff wasted no time in finding Kelly’s clitoris and began to gently flick and rub it as Kelly’s clit came to life.
Her juices flowed and soon the tent was full of her aroma.
“You first,” Jeff offered his wife gay cock sucker to gay cock sucker me for my own consumption.
I gay cock sucker pushed her onto her back and slowly lowered myself onto her, letting my cock slide into her wet pussy.
I fucked Kelly hard and fast.
She groaned as I came inside her pussy.
Rolling off gay cock sucker her spent gay cock sucker body, Jeff took his place and added his fluids to mine.
Jeff and I fucked Kelly several times that night, and thoroughly exhausted, I found my own sleeping bag just before dawn.
The rest of the weekend was spent in and out of each other’s tents.
Kelly would come into my tent after a session with Jeff and spend an hour or so, milking my balls whilst Jeff recovered, then she’d slip back into her own tent and repeat the session with her husband.
Kelly never took the both of us together in a true threesome.
I don’t know if it was Jeff’s preference or Kelly’s, but if Kelly were my wife, then I would have taken the opportunity for a group session.
But, it takes all sorts.
Kelly was truly a biker babe.
She had the looks, the body, the leathers, the hair, the sexuality and above all, the libido.
I’ve been to several rallies in the past few years, but haven’t bumped into Jeff and Kelly since… shame really.
