Wife Safari Detour By Accident

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'Sam, I think you made bad choices. I think coming to Philippines was a good choice. Randell will help you. You know I do makeup for many beauty pageants,right? I do many weddings and ladyboy competitions. My work always wins. I meet many many rich peoples. Many rich girls. I think you need to meet one. Maybe tonight you will meet a good wife for you.' 'I appreciate that Randell. I would be grateful forever to you. I don't know this place and I am very nervous. I am going to trust you for awhile. You know, there are two girls at the chat cafe that helped me too. I am starting to feel a little better now, like maybe I have a chance. Let's go someplace and get a serious drink and see what we see. “Randell went to the comfort room to get showered and powdered, but not without a couple of meaningful looks my way. He came back wrapped in a big fluffy towel looking like Marylin Monroe. Yowza. I could smell the baby powder clear across the room.Randell batted his eyelashes at me and said, 'Sam, I see you looking at my boobs. You like them, I can tell. Here, let me show them to you.'He dropped the towel and my breath caught in my throat. I could instantly feel heat in my wedding tackle area. From the waist up, Randell was like a goddess; long blonde tresses, tiny waist, big almond eyes, ruby lips slightly parted, entire body shimmering with some kind of fragrant oil. She was cupping those milky white sex balloons, squeezing the nipples with long red fingernails, making them stand out like martini olives. Mercifully, they were wearing a black sequined banana hammock so I was able to pretend I didn't notice any manly parts.So she starts moving towards me and she's whispering 'You need to be relaxed on this night if you want to to find a wife Sam. I am going to help you now.'Randell pushed the towel the rest of the way across the floor to my feet. She dropped to her knees in front of me and untied he string that held up my bermudas. He slid his hands under my butt and grabbed the waist band, pulling the shorts all the way to my ankles, over my feet and tossed them over her shoulder. To my own surprise, I did nothing to stop her. My red headed friend popped his head out and bounced up and down like a horse on a merry go round. God, those boobs were amazing. I was hypnotized, and beyond the point of no return.She leaned forward and wrapped her boobs around my cock, slowly, gently sliding those cocktail favors up and down, tip to balls. The head of my cock started going in and out of her mouth with every down stroke. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god that feels good. She backed off a little and toggled my eggs with one hand and pumping my bishops hat with the other. She put her lips around the head and her tongue began lashing like a giant snake. I was powerless, paralyzed with pleasure, my head rolled back and my eyes closed. What the fuck was going on here? I wasn't gay, was I ?. Randell dove down on my princely protuberance all the way to my nuts. She pushed the head against the back of her throat with every stroke. Again and again, wham, wham, faster and faster. I fell back back on the couch and my legs stuck out straight. My knees began to shake and my toes curled under. I grabbed her hair with both hands and rode like the pony express. Faster, faster, harder, deeper, slamming my cock down her throat. I....am....not....gay. Then I exploded like the starting gun at the Olympics. Cumming, cumming, ohh, ohh fuck, damn damn. I'm not gay, I'm not gay. Randell sucked it down and swallowed every drop, her eyes never left my face. After about 10 minutes she finally eased off and rubbed the head of my cock back and forth very gently over her lips, licking up the final little drops that were leaking out while making soft little mmmmoaning sounds. This went on for at least another 20 minutes until I was nearly comatose. I was finally able to speak again:

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