Nacho Vidal Watermelon Threesome

I'd just landed in Ibiza when it hit me. My boy Nacho could probably talk any girl's thong off in thirty seconds, and the man worships watermelon like religion. So yeah, total no-brainer: bring both to the villa. Watermelon juice all over tan skin? Naked girl? Sign me up. Raquel showed like she'd been waiting on our call. Tight little black dress, that Spanish sun on her shoulders, zero idea her first pussy was on the menu tonight. Rules were clear upfront. She could keep Nacho's size-of-your-forearm cock happy as long as she learned to eat me. Fair trade. Christ, the things that man can teach with his tongue. He had her mouth working like I'd scripted it myself. Sweet tongue laps at my clit, two thick fingers holding my folds apart so he could point out the spot that makes me shake. And when he finally split her open on that monster, I came so fast I almost tapped out. Only stopped long enough to watch her eyes roll before I climbed back on for round two. Soaked the sheets, left claw marks on every pillow, laughed the whole damn way through it. Best end-of-trip souvenir ever.