Damola's mini orgy party Part 1 {R-18+}

Damola always felt relaxed in her black lace underwear, as she studied Lekan for a moment, as he sat on the carpet in his boxers. With the vodka chilling on ice between them, she sat next to him with a bright smile. He knew she had been looking at him and he had caught her.

They met at a hotel and begun flirting in the first place, at the bar at the work conference where they had first met. She was sitting in the middle on a stool at the bar, while Lekan and Samson both tried to get her. It was like a silent contest between them. Lekan played the gentleman, and Samson played the rogue.

"You could share me," Damola half teased, flirting with both men.

She had always wanted to have a fucking threesome, and both men were sexy enough to make that fire burn inside her again.

"What are you drinking?" Samson asked her.

"Vodka on ice…" she had whispered to him seductively.

Looking at Lekan now, she hurried closer to him. He smiled as the only thing that separated them was the heat between their bodies. But before they could get up to anything, Samson had his hand on the inside of her thigh.

Damola feigned interest in the vodka, well she wanted it…but there were other things that she wanted more. Lekan, ever the gentleman, poured her a glass. But Samson was very serious as he caressed her lace-covered pelvic, bone and she was seriously turned on.

Lekan caressed her lip, and she could taste the vodka on his finger. Samson pulled at her panties, and her arousal was divided in two.

She was so glad she had not chosen between the two of them, but that she had made them choose to share her. When the three of them planned this weekend, to follow the latest conference that they were attending, she knew it was going to be special. Group texts and videos between the three of them, had more than wet her desire for what was going to happen now.

Her slit eyes shot open when Lekan placed an ice cube at her nipple, teasing it instantly hard. Before she could reach up to touch her other nipple, he kissed her and she fainted. Lekan’s lips lingered on hers, as Samson pulled the curve of her lace panties to the side.

The sudden coolness down there was the same as it was when Lekan placed the ice cube on her nipple. Samson played with her as she leaned back against Lekan. Bracing herself as Samson continued to play with her, her hand clutched Lekan’s crotch and she loved this heat and length inside her palm.

To be continued...