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It was the two naked men from the beach, standing one either side of her. She’d fallen asleep.
Before she could gather her wits, one of the men spoke. “Je suis Philippe.” He pointed at his friend. “C’est Jean.” He smiled a perfect white smile. “Vous êtes très belle.”
Mandy stifled a laugh. Here she was, naked, and with fingers stuffed inside her sticky cunt, and a couple of Frenchmen were introducing themselves as if they came across this sort of thing every day!
“Je suis Mandee,” she said, wondering briefly if she was either still dreaming, or losing her mind.
The pair looked down at her, their hungry eyes questioning. Mandy stared up at their big stiffening cocks, her nipples growing hard. Heart thumping, she spread her legs wider, a universal signal for ‘I want cock and I want it now’.
Philippe and Jean knelt beside her. Philippe stroked her face and kissed her mouth with a sensuality that blew her away. If only British men could kiss like that! As his tongue twisted and probed, Jean used his to lick her heaving breasts. Mandy groaned as teeth gently nipped a nipple. Philippe covered her cheeks, her nose, her eyes in kisses then drew back, showing Mandy his huge, fully-erect cock. She grasped it with her left hand and began to pump.
Jean stopped sucking her nipples and shuffled up until his hard, veiny monster hung over Mandy’s face. Still pumping Philippe’s iron erection, Mandy reached for Jean’s with her hungry mouth. Jean gasped and pushed himself in and out, in and out. Mandy’s pulsing hole bubbled with fuck juice.
Breathing heavily, Philippe stayed Mandy’s pumping hand. “Non, non…”
He crawled down between her legs and circled his tongue along the inside of her thigh. Mandy tensed, desperate for Philippe to touch her, lick her, suck her. Then his mouth was clamped around her labia, his tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit and in and out of her gaping hole.