The End of Summer

601 Days

In many ways, these felt like halcyon days. You and Amanda and Gus. Things would change tomorrow. Gus would go back to the encampment. Mustafa would arrive. And things would change, again.

But for today, it was the like the end of summer vacation, wanting to postpone it as much as possible. You kissed Amanda hungrily, both of you in matching lingerie, under the watchful eyes of Gus.

"Gawd, Dani, I love dyking out with you," Amanda gushed. You nodded, your cheeks pink, your limp remnant unresponsive, but your heart full.

"C'mon, bitches, Gus needs some attention," the old Black man said, his cock stiff from the display. You both crawled over seductively, Amanda climbing on top of him and guiding his long, thick Black cock inside her, you taking your position, eating Black ass, white ass, sucking balls, lapping at the outer lips of her sex, whatever you could find, whatever you could taste. You'd miss him, you knew that. As much as you'd miss Bruna.