She was so for away and with the tall jungle like island trees, she couldn’t be sure. She remembered seeing a pair of binoculars in a drawer in the... bedroom. She knew that she probably shouldn't intrude on their personal time but she figured what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Not to mention that she had just spent the last thirty-five minutes having her pussy hummed on but what felt like a professional gigolo. It wasn't like she wasn't thinking about it already. She walked back to the. So for two plus hours I remained. Like in the picture. My face buried in her crotch and my tongue inside her pussy. She came like she wanted. I only wish I could of too.After the time was up she offered me to sleep with her. In the same bed I asked. Yes, Now. Get you ass up here. Rest your head next to mine. Get some rest. Tomorrow I want your tongue back in my pussy.I crawled in bed as best as I could with the handcuffs still behind my back.In the morning, she got up. Went to the bathroom. And. ”“Thorne Saint Cirq,” I told him, “and this is my friend Grace O’Malley.” He appeared startled on hearing this and studied Grace intently for a short time. I could feel him probing her with several of his senses.“Thee Grace O’Malley, the original?” he finally asked.“The very one,” Grace assured him with a grin.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand to her to shake hands.“Perhaps we should adjourn to the tent, where we will be able to talk in private,” he suggested following. I groaned, my cunt clenching. The heat swelled in me.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my Gods, that’s good. That’s amazing, Yes, yes, yes! Las’s big dick, you know how to eat pussy.”Pradu licked her lips, looking pleased.I shuddered as the girl’s tongue flicked my clit. She licked at it. Her tongue danced around it. This mighty delight washed through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, the pleasure rising and rising in me, building and building me towards that moment when I would.