Then he held my arm against my back and suddenly trust his dick into my hand.My heart was pounding fast now. "Tell me you want my sperm in your soft h...and, little bitch”."Yes Sir. I want you to cum. I want to make you cum..."“Put your finger in my mouth. Let me taste you, little bitch." Then I did as I was told. My fingers were wet and he could smell my escence as I put them close to his nose. He took my fingers greedily into his mouth to lick them clean. He picked up the pace in fucking my. My sphincter resisted penetration but my body demanded it. I pushed myself onto her cock. Then she finished the job and entered my body. She rested there a moment then withdrew. I felt more lube going into my ass, being massaged into me, I was slippery, I was cock hungry and I was ready to be ass fucked like a sissy bitch. It was back, the cock was back at my asshole. I felt her go inside me again. This time the back and forth, in and out motion continued. I flattened out, content that I was. Digging by their roots I uncovered a number of witchety grubs with which I half-filled my hat. Logan ate one and pronounced it "fine," but it wasn't my thing. So I dry-fried the remainder and we had them for lunch. I was unlucky in my hunt for vegetable tucker. Logan said my search had been "fruitless," but I was too hot to appreciate his jokes.In the following days he found several more frogs, but no Spencer's. The lizards were quite ordinary. The trench I dug near the acacias had revealed. She promised to fuck and suck us dry until we couldn't cum any more, and she was going to enjoy us every bit as much as were were going to enjoy her. As she was talking to us, she's caressing Mike and I, our cock and balls. Running her fingers up and down the shaft slowly, tugging at my sack, cupping my balls in her warm hand, stroking my cock and the area between my balls and ass, she hit my prostate for a brief moment and I felt a ting. I asked her to please play with my prostate, but she.