“Are you with me so far?” she asked. I nodded.So she told me she had gone into the back with him and told her to sit at a small table while he sor...ed out some rum. He had come back after about a minute with a very small glass of rum and a glass of cola. He had told her just to literally have the smallest sip which she had and she instantly felt it burning her mouth and throat and she had started coughing.He had laughed and told her to quickly drink the cola which she had done and he had asked. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out. Every time my cock would hit her cervix she would squeal or moan. I knew I was climbing to fast so I slowly slid completely out of her pussy and slapped it with my cock several times. Then slowly reinserted it. “Oh fuck Commingggg, I’m coming. Don’t stop, oh shit don’t stop now. Please, oh fuck help I can’t stand it. It feels so good. Oh god, more please more.” I couldn’t hold back any longer I wrapped my arms around her and growled as. It was obvious that she was exhausted after this marathon love making session that had already lasted for almost two hours. But I wasn’t. I got up, slipped my still erect dick into a condom, and approached her again. She moaned in a soft voice telling me to give her some rest, but I was already overcome with lust and was in no mood to heed her.I spun her around on the bed, spread her lovely bottoms and slipped my penis into her rectum. It wasn’t exactly easy as she was extremely tight, she was. Jafu, the handsome man who greeted me off the bus, and name I would learn after our “festivities” quickly removed his loin cloths and poured the prepared gazelle blood onto each of my erect bosoms. It is an Shakalu tradition to pour gazelle blood over your chosen mate, and I was eager to participate. My thin lipped, puckered, lap flounder secreted large doses of fluid, and was yet to even be touched. Jafu was quite the tease. For hours upon hours he would tenderly lick up and down each of my.