Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. I reach my hand back to hold his taut thigh. His muscles flex in his legs as his hips thrust back and force, fuckin... me deeper and deeper. Our bodies are slick with sweat from our uninhibited dancing. I look up taking it all in. The African night lights with stars. Crickets and cicadas harmonize with our grunts. A faint roar of a lion adds accompaniment. The smells of the savannah enhance the aroma of our sex. Fuck, I want to take a picture to capture this. She was in heaven. Nothing had ever filled her like he was doing. I touched every wall of her cunt and clit on each stroke. She had started to climax the moment I entered her. She could feel it continue to build at each stroke I made.I could hold back no longer, I had been on the edge all night and he had to finish now! I buried hismy cock as far in her as I could get. Using both hands to lift her cunt closer as I let the cum fly. My cum hitting deep in her cunt sent her over the edge. She. I wish I’d have read your stories sooner.” She slid the thermometer out of him. “Perfectly done. Oh, and look…Mr. Happy’s not happy any more.” He’d been so busy trying to catch his breath and deal with the varieties of pain, he hadn’t even notice that he’d gone flaccid. Her lips felt like heaven when they sucked him in and lightly ran her fingernails around his burning sack. Like magic, his dick came back to life, but only just before she went back to work and started slathering a cold, white. Rajiv, a guy from India studying here was the hottest. Dark skin, athletic body, great accent and a hard cock that rubbed in my ass often during the dance. He was definitely the better of the 3 guys, and I knew I wanted to fuck him first. As the party was in full swing, drinks flowing freely, Rajiv and I started to chat and I would touch his arm and shoulders and lean into him to whisper to get close to him, all the while seducing him. Rajiv was no innocent guy and he knew I was interested..