" I moan, he raises my thighs up and rests them upon his shoulders before braving the wild jungle between my legs. After a short battle with the vines...that have overrun my tomb, he reaches the treasures underneath. His lips graze my clit and thereafter his tongue proceeds to explore its surroundings, perhaps looking for secrets.I reach down, grabbing a handful of his hair to course-correct his endeavors onto the main prize. He accepts my demands but gives me a strong flick with the tip of his. She then started massaging my dick. Her mouth slid over the crown of my dick. The sensation was warm and soft. The sucking sound and the sight of her head bobbing up and down sent a gentle tickle all over. Her tits were brushing the side of my thigh. Her mouth slid up the shaft and before I knew it; I started cumming. My leg shook and my back arched as she stopped bobbing and let me nut all in her mouth. Once I had emptied my sack in her mouth she retrieved tissue from her purse and spilled the. Whatever was here, she wanted a recording of it for analysis later. There was something happening here. Maybe Wichita was special, or maybe it was happening in other places, too. She needed to find out.There was a soft hissing sound that ended abruptly. Béla looked toward where it came from. She heard it again and walked closer. She was starting to feel warm. Her arm brushed against something stiff – a small rod or a reed of some kind. It was sticking out of her torso. Surprised, she looked. A bit awkward, he raised his arms and allowed her to pull his shirt over his head. Her hands returned to his bare chest caressing it softly; she leaned forward dropped her head slightly to lick the top of his shoulder and the base of his neck. She was a natural at understanding nearly every sensitive spot on a man's body and he would be no exception.Feeling aroused, he wrapped his arms around her waist and sought to take off her shirt as well. He only lifted the shirt up a few inches before she.