She could smell herself. Her body was betraying her even as she slept. She could smell the scent of sexual excitement. Upon opening her eyes, she disc...vered him between her legs enjoying the taste of her wet folds. Unable to keep silent, she moaned her approval. And that’s when he realized his princess had finally joined him. Her voice, husky in the early morning, excited him even more. This was the first time he’d actually heard her in person, and her soft, lilting voice was even more erotic. “Hello Corrina! You know very well I,ve been here all the time! So how was George,s big dong then?” “I know you,re jealous of his dong, Charlie, but you needn,t be! He,s longer than you and thicker, but he doesn,t know how to use it like you do and he won,,t knock me up either!” she sniffed in frustration. “Look Corrina. To have a foal is supposed to mean the couple loves each other not just because you love Fucking and want my baby foal!” “Of course I want your foal, Baby. Because I love you. His legs were only visible below the knees.If Michelangelo has carved a monument in black marble, this is the form it would have taken. His muscles glistened in the sun. It was stunning to see but all Alison could think was this was another tourist that went too heavy on the oil and must be the source for the coconuts.His deep voice broke the silence and Alison’s eyes slowly wandered up, following the toned lines of his body.She raised her hand shield her eyes. As if the sun was blocking her. She gasped with shock... but the gasp trailed into a rapturous moan of surprised bliss at the maddening contact of his pleasure giving tongue against the sensitive, secret opening. She wriggled ecstatically in the grip of sensual emotion that traveled headlong through her entire being."Oh don't," she protested, "not that... my God... don't," but her hips rotated automatically with the effort to force her agonized rectum up against the hard thrusting tongue.Laughing to himself, he continued his.