The heels made her stand 5 foot 9 inches, tall and statuesque. Her see through sarong d****d over her oiled body giving her no sense of modesty at all...but accentuated her nakedness. Around her neck hung the three trophy wooden bead necklaces that she had earned this afternoon from her young Swazi boy fuckers. They hung and swung in her ample cleavage, bringing attention to her magnificent 38C cup breasts, the left one exposed the right under sarong cover. A titillating site for any red blooded. “Cheers,” she offered, and we swigged the icy liquid.Lara hid the bottle under the couch and then stretched back on the cushions.“I have something I want to try out,” she announced.“What’s that?”She pulled a small wad of slightly crumpled papers from her pocket and unfolded the stack. She separated one sheet and set it on the cushion before putting the rest away again.“The song you sang the other morning,” I realized.“Actually, no. Something new. I’m not sure about it, though, but maybe you can. Her moaning grew louder with each pinch and she began to squirm as I worked on them. I could hardly wait to feel their hardness in my mouth and between my teeth as I nibbled on them. I moved my hand lower, wanting to feel her wetness, but she pushed them away, took me out of her mouth and looked up, telling me, "No, no, Mike. You get to let me take care of you first, then it's going to be your turn." I didn't complain at all. Before taking me back into her mouth she pushed me back a. Holding the base of my cock and wanking me as she slid her mouth up and down my cock. Her bright green nails (from St Patrick's day) looking amazing wrapped around my cock. Her red lips formed a perfect seal around my cock as she sucked on me. I watched mesmerised as she took her mouth from my cock and rubbed her nipples against my helmet and teased my cock-eye. She went back to bobbing up and down sucking my cock and wanking me. She coated my cock with her saliva.Fi stopped sucking me and held.