“Jesus,” he panted. He dropped a kiss on my lower lip, then pecked my cheek, my nose, my forehead, breathing hard but even, controlling his breath like a professional flutist even as he came down from orgasm. We stood for a few minutes in each other’s arms, his cock softening in my palm, before he finally inhaled deeply, let it out, kissed my ear, and said, “We should shower.”
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Katie showed up halfway through our second set of the day, wearing the same galaxy-far-far-away up-do, but this time with a golden medieval dress—where did she get all these costumes?! She jumped up and down squealing as Peter danced around me with his flute, like a snake charmer trying to…well, he didn’t need a flute to charm my snake. I battled him off with my superior fiddling skills while Hitomi and Doug played backups on percussion.