I arrived at Bangor station under relentless rain, my clothes clinging as I rented a car and drove into Snowdonia's misty heart. North Wales promised beaches, but I craved something rawer. Checking into a Betws-y-Coed B&B, the landlady's knowing smile hinted at secrets. Alone in my room, I stripped, hand sliding down to stroke my hardening cock, imagining local temptations. Sleep came fitful, body tense with unmet need. |
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Next morning, a village café buzzed with warmth. There, Rhys and Eleri sat close—his strong hands on her thigh, her nipples peaking through her blouse. I sat nearby, cock stirring as their whispers turned flirty. 'Beaches are tame,' Rhys said, eyes on me. 'We swing wild here.' Eleri's foot brushed mine under the table, sending jolts up my leg. They invited me hiking to Swallow Falls, her gaze lingering on my crotch. 'Wear something easy to remove,' she murmured. My pulse raced, erection straining as we planned the trail. |
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The hike built heat—sweat beading as Rhys pointed out hidden spots, his arm grazing mine. At the falls' roar, Eleri bent to unpack, ass curving invitingly. 'This mist hides everything,' she said, fingers trailing my chest. Rhys shared swinging tales, his bulge evident. 'We swap partners mid-stride sometimes.' Eleri pressed against me, lips brushing my ear: 'Imagine fucking here, exposed.' My cock ached, pre-cum wetting my boxers. Back down, they teased a private 'gathering' that night, hands lingering on my hips, leaving me aching for release. |
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Capel Curig's hall thrummed with anticipation—locals eyeing each other hungrily. Clothes shed slowly: Eleri's tits bouncing free, Rhys's thick cock half-hard. Tension coiled as pairs kissed, hands groping. I watched Eleri kneel, lips parting for Rhys's shaft, sucking deep while fingering her wet pussy. Gwilym pulled me in: 'Your turn.' Heart hammering, I unzipped; Eleri's mouth engulfed me, tongue lashing my tip as Rhys thrust into her from behind, grunts building. The room escalated—women moaning under pounding cocks, asses slapped red. I held back, tension peaking until I exploded down Eleri's throat, cum spilling as sheswallowed greedily. Exhausted but hooked, I craved the next rush. |
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Days blurred into fevered exploration. In Conwy's walls, Eleri dropped her skirt, pussy glistening; I fingered her deep while Rhys watched, stroking himself. Tension mounted as we hiked Blaenau's quarries—echoes amplifying Eleri's gasps as she rode my face, juices dripping. Rhys bent me over, cock teasing my entrance before slamming in, stretching me wide. Pub backrooms followed: bodies pressing, a woman's hand jerking me while another sucked Rhys. Eleri whispered filthy promises—'Tonight, we fill every hole.' Each touch built unbearable need, my body a live wire in Wales' hidden veins |
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