Watch my big-dicked prince wreck my tight little ass

I decided to put my bra and shirt back on. We both ate in silence, the crackling of the fire and the distant calls of the awakening wildlife the only soundtrack to our meal. Beeg But the anthropologist in me was intrigued, eager to learn more about this man and his way of life. His chest was broad and muscular, and had a pattern of raised bumps over the surface. His eyes never left mine, searching for any hint of rejection, but I was happy to let him inspect me. After five days by small boat from the nearest town, we were unceremoniously dropped off on the riverbank, surrounded by huge trees and chirping insects. He leaned closer to me, and brushed his hand against my chest. I stepped out of the shorts, and they fell to the ground in a sodden heap. He opened his eyes and took my hand, guiding it to his chest. After what felt like hours, I heard the distant gurgle of water. His cheekbones were high and sharp, his jawline strong and defined. I took comfort in the knowledge that he had shown no signs of aggression, only curiosity and a desire to claim me. The water was cool and refreshing, and I drank greedily, feeling the tension in my throat ease. His touch was unpracticed, but eager, as if he were discovering a new type of fruit that had just fallen ripe before him. The sensation was strange, his touch foreign and yet oddly comforting. His eyes never left mine, searching for any hint of rejection, but I was happy