She had the ability to move about but threesome not much. All of the women left the hut but for the leader of the hunting party that had captured the mother and the daughter. Liz watched as the native loosened the ties holding up her coverings, which dropped to the floor. Liz’s breath caught at the site of the woman’s body. Her breasts stood proud, full and firm. The areolas were darker than the surrounding flesh and her nipples were thimble sized and prominent. Her body was taut and lean. The native picked up a staff that had a bright feather tied to one end. Standing a few feet from Liz, the woman extended the feather so that it brushed over Liz’s face. She turned away. The native grinned and moved the feather so that it traced up Liz’s arm, then down to her arm pit. She shivered at the light ticklish touch. Liz continued to turn her body to escape the feather’s touch but there were always skin for the native to tickle. After a few minutes of that game, the native put the feather toy aside and approached Liz, who backed away as far as her restraint would allow. The woman grabbed Liz’s upper arms to hold her still. Liz was nearly at eye level to the native’s large breasts, which were rising and falling with her steady breathing. The native grabbed Liz’s hair and yanked her head back, bringing a gasp from the party captive. The native leaned down and stuck out her pink tongue, lightly tracing Liz’s clenched lips, then up across her cheek to her earlobe. The native’s other amateur hand moved down to cup Liz’s left breast; gently at first but then slowly mashing her hand against the fleshy globe and against Liz’s now heaving chest. The native then pulled away and reached for the rope. She adjusted it so that Liz’s hands were pulled higher above her head. The native then tied each of Liz’s ankles to stakes so that her legs were spread. What had been limited mobility was gone. “What … NOOOO. Please … let me go,” Liz gasped as she stood in her restraints, her breath coming in gasps. She realized that her muscle body was tingling and that her pussy was moist. She looked down to notice that her nipples were hardened buttons. The masturbating native picked up the feather tool again and this time stood closer to Liz, who was unable to move away as she did before. The woman used the tip of the feather to again brush across Liz’s face, her ears, neck, up and down her arms. The light, teasing touch was raising goose bumps on Liz’s skin as the native moved it over the captive’s body. “Well, it's good to know why I can create girls.” I take a pull and hand Chris the bottle. They were tan also and Billy masturbating wondered if this girl had any tan lines. It was the only way to have you call off the assault on the city…”. She had a big grin on her face. After moving back up and kissing her again, letting her taste what was left of our juices, we decided to go shower, together. “So why won’t she give you the grade?” And besides, she had been told not to. Once threesome amateur I became too big for her to handle with ease, she moved down to my balls, running her tongue around them. Asks Connie.” “Ahh, I’m just waiting to wake up from this dream. I tepidly move my nose to the bottom of his ass crack about 6 inches away and inhale... I got the idea that George was giving the young party man the okay to return some time. My eyes fell down on her still-exposed breasts, her sweatshirt frozen before it could fall back down and cover them. Dex did not stop this time. I felt so attracted to you, not just sexually but everything. But she still needed to be taught a lesson, so I told her to "Do as the man say's and suck his cock, now!" That slim muscle athletic 5'6" body of hers was a sight of pure sexiness. Despite my lust, I waited until her expression eventually softened and she opened her eyes to look at me. Nervously biting her lower lip, she simply nodded at me, giving me her consent to continue. “Your mother isn't MY mother!”