“Just. Fuck me.” And you do. You withdraw and I anticipate the plunge and drive my hips up to meet yours. You repeat and this time I just, let you... We develop a rhythm and hold to it. You grab my ass again and reposition our bodies. I feel your curve as you find and assail that special spot inside me. You take my face and turn it towards yours so that I can see that you know where you’re hitting me. You’re so smug and I love that. I wrap my arms around your neck and bite your shoulder. I don’t. A big-game hunter went on safari with his wife and mother-in-law. One evening, while still deep in the jungle, the wife awoke to find her mother gone. Rushing to her husband, she insisted on them both trying to find her mother.The hunter picked up his rifle, took a swig of whiskey, and started to look for her. In a clearing not far from the camp, they came upon a chilling sight: the mother-in-law was backed up against a thick, impenetrable bush, and a large male lion stood facing her.The wife. My cock was so incredibly hard!I told Slave Boy that he could jerk himself off and he started rubbing his cock through the speedo just as I had done to him earlier.Any second during this I could have increased my tempo and started cumming myself, I wanted to savour it and I was OK to wait for Slave Boy to cum again. For what felt like an eternity, I was on the edge of cumming when finally Slave Boy started breathing harder as his orgasm approached. That was enough for me to lose my. He cautiously tiptoed around the sacks, pots and crates that created a nearly indiscernible path to the back where she sat. As he drew near the light, he took in the mortars and pestles, along with the stone and glass jars. To his right were shelves secured to the wall holding mysterious looking containers whose contents he could not decipher. A slightly cloying scent of wildflowers filled the air."Grab the stool against the wall and come sit across from me, guardsman," the woman softly.