He smirked faintly, "Just a little more. Touch me, Malia." His voice was deep and thick with seduction.I rose a hand to his black cheek and his lips b...ushed mine. A gasp passed my lips as I felt ancient Sand dunes under my feet, the scorching heat of the sun on my bare body, then he was there with a cooling touch as his arms wrapped around me. He pushed me into the sand and forced my legs apart as his naked body moved over mine."Stop!" I shook violently as I came back to reality and held the. Our other friend was giving her the same hard treatment I had so her tits, shiny with cum, were swaying about, while she gave her husband all her attention. Just a beautiful sight. I went back to her head and started talking into her ear. I called her a fucking whore again, making sure I was loud enough for all of us to hear. Her husband then told her to “keep sucking you whore”. Then our other friend chimed in and called her a fucking slut as he had his way with her. I don’t know how long the. We had no one who had time to write a history of our people, and my journals are all written from my point of view - a decidedly subjective one. Grey Eagle, with all his tales of visions, had also been our historian, and I could not think of anyone better to follow in his footsteps."You keep them alive," I told him, my voice trembling with the intensity of my need for him to understand. "You keep all of them alive: Smiley Brown, Mark Wyndham, Amanda, Grey Eagle, and all the rest. That's your. My erection was at full tilt at that point. She stared at it for a second, subtly licked her lips, and leaned forward so she could kiss the tip of it. As I looked down at her, she looked amazing. Her red hair was being held back by her hair clip, her pale white skin looked smooth and sexy, and best of all, she was ready to go. After kissing the tip, she looked up at me and said, “Thanks for the second glass. I may have left otherwise.” She smiled after saying it and looked back at my cock. .