“I don’t know Sweetie. Maybe I’ll just keep you around because you’re so cute.”Her smile was huge, but she stayed on subject. “You have to...let me do something. I can’t abide being idle for long.”I had noticed that. She was the cook when we made camp, selecting the menu as we rode, then jumping on it as soon as we stopped. Not only could she cook, she came up with things that made your mouth water. We all praised her and she glowed. “I was camp cook on the drive. I found the trick was a good. ..I made you fuck me." As a gesture of approval, he stroked the aching pearl of flesh that lay pulsingbetween my lips, urging my hips to grind against the solid desk. All this provedtoo much for me and my entire body exploded in a flood of lust. While he continuedto ram himself into me, sheathing himself to the hilt, I felt wave after waveof passionate languor. My body shook with the intensity of my climax forcingme to claw at the grain of the wooden furniture. I heard him groan as he. I asked her “why do wear sandals while dressing”, “it’s easy to wear sari” she said with a smile on her face. She finished drying her hair and by now my member fully erect, I glanced at every part of her body from top to bottom, she saw me doing it and made no attempt to stop it instead she was enjoying my it.My favorite part was her navel which very big and deep even though she was not very fat, it made her look very sexy, I was staring at her navel, finally she broke the silence “what are you. ” He ended the call and turned to Yamina. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with his paleness, and he simply looked at her for a moment. “Yamina, honey.” He caressed her cheek and she stirred sleepily. “It’s late, and they’re waiting on us.”“Huh?” She sat up and looked at him, then down at herself. “Ooh, god. What time is it?”“Three hours after sunrise.”She started. “We gotta get moving!” Her nose wrinkled. “We need to clean up. It smells bad in here.” She stood, and Roger looked at her naked form.