Yacht Orgies 2

Part 3

My body was pleasantly broken, there was a foggy feeling of pleasure and alcohol fume in my head, and in my mouth, there was a bitter taste of sperm, while my nostrils were irritated by sour odor of our bodily fluids.

I looked at Sis and burst out laughing when I looked at her face smeared with make-up and crusted remains of sperm… haha… ha…

“Yeah… yeah… you look better, whore. Come on, look at yourself!” She replied.

“Hmmm, I can imagine.”

Mark, who was resting his large body next to us, heard our argument. He got up and put short pants on. He pulled our hands, lifted us up on our insecure legs, which were still in high-heeled shoes. Then he embraced our stomachs. He was so short that his head was at the level of our boobs. He brought us naked through the yacht room, which was slowly coming to life since some people finished their orgies. Occasionally he would spank us possessively, so that everyone would see who the master was. Then he brought us to the hallway, and then to another luxurious room, where we took a shower and reapplied our make-up, because in the meantime he brought our purses, but not our clothes (haha, he did it deliberately, old pervert). We had to come back naked (yeah, yeah, I know… someone would think we could have wrapped some towels around our bodies… but… huh).