Chapter 147

It was obvious a few girls, most notably Alix and Brittany, were rolling hard on molly. The sexual tension was extreme.

When we got back to the villa, that tension exploded. Clothes hit the floor in a heap. Bodies intertwined. Crystal, who had been a bit of a wallflower during the partying so far, was the first to get on her knees. She started to deep throat the player who happened to be nearest her, occasionally taking his cock out and slapping it across her face.

Caitlyn, who had stayed behind to work the bar, was being spit-roasted on the patio by Brian Holmes, the pitcher, and the former MVP outfielder, Kyle. Rita sidled up next to me.

"It’s time, baby," she said. "Let me have that big load of cum that’s been simmering in your balls."

I started to pull in the direction of the bedrooms, and she stopped me.

"No," she said. "I want Kyle to see. I want him to see who owns me."

"You sure?" I asked.<