The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

... Pierre climbed up and placed his nine-inch lance between them.

"Agh!" he cried out as a huge spurt of cum shot out the end of his pulsating knob right onto Agatha's chin."

"What a shot!" said an admiring Frankie as a torrent of sperm emptied from his gushing cock in rope after rope.

Both giggling women received splash after splash on their mouths and faces and both yelped from the sudden gusher they had unleashed. Pierre leaned back and his hose came up and streams of white cream exploded in massive arcs at least two feet in the air. Just when they thought he was done he found a new strength and released more eruptions that drenched his tight fist and made several strands of cum hanging from his balls.

"Ah! I think we have our man, Frankie."

"I cannot agree more, my darling."

The splattered ladies used the bedlinen to dry their faces and tits.

"What? What do you mean to do?"

Pierre regarded them with big puppy eyes and Agatha pondered.

"It would be remiss of me not to pass on the information to Monsieur Bouc, which would naturally mean that you would be in a heap of trouble. On the other hand..."

"Madam?"

"If you were to disappear, it might make matters easier to shrug off."

Pierre stood to his full height. His dick was still half-cocked and dripping.

"I do feel like a man reborn. You 'ave washed away all of my inhibitions. I shall settle in Paris where there are a million lips to be kissed. If you would permit me."

"Then that is the way we shall go. I will inform Bouc that the matter is at an end and that there shall be no further pilfering or tampering with ladies' clothing."

"Merci."

The Orient Express lurched on and all three fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

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