1. Almond Girl


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    between their bodies. The old woman was still sitting on the log, calmly watching them. The girl’s leg was cast across him. Her eyes were wide open and trained on his face. He wondered if she’d slept at all or if she’d been lying awake all that time. Only when her dense, shapely thigh made a slight move against his cock did he fully awaken to the realization he was still hard. Without a thought for the chain binding them…or for chase dogs, the old woman or the possible proximity of her tribe…he turned his head the couple of inches he needed to press his lips against hers. He did it because he had to, without knowing why. Because it was the most natural and only thing to happen at that very moment in time. The second the warm, humid rush of her breath washed over his mouth and she responded, he became suffused with a feeling of warmth. The almond girl’s lips opened around a soft whimper and their tongues slid into each other’s mouth. Her thigh moved against his cock and Jagger’s entire body lit up with the feeling. He needed her thigh rubbing over the rigid spine of cock trapped in his pants. He needed the breath she was feeding him and the weight of her breast in his hand. This had to be the reason chance had bound them together by that chain. Yet they weren’t bound, but inexorably connected through flight, fear and the hunger to survive. The old woman cackled while Jagger pushed the almond girl’s tank top above her breasts and caressed the softness of them with his free ...
    hand. She fumbled at opening his pants at the same time, plunging her hand inside to grasp his painfully swollen cock. Nothing and no one else mattered now. They were caught in the flesh and blood machine of their freedom. With one hand, the almond girl worked Jagger’s pants down as he rocked and shifted his weight to help. The old woman fell silent as the girl cupped and caressed his full balls with her free hand. He pulled her face back in and kissed her again while she worked her way onto her knees. He pushed down on her leggings to reveal the smoothness of her ass and legs. She pulled out of the kiss and let go of his balls to work the garment off completely. Then she rose upright on her knees in the sand and gazed at him as if everything they’d been through could only have come down to this. Her eyes were epicanthic, like many of the indigenous natives – like the old woman – but she was clearly not one of them. She was a world away from wherever she called home. The tank top bunched above the pouting swells of her russet-tipped breasts. Her thighs were full and supple, and her pussy waxed to a pristine smoothness that made Jagger’s tongue quiver to taste her. With her free hand, she dragged her fingers back and forth along her slit until they were as wet as the lips she was stroking. Then she touched the rippling hardness of his cock, smearing her juices over his vein-crossed shaft. As the pads of her slick fingers slipped around the ridge of his cockhead, Jagger groaned a ...
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