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herself.
    But she didn’t want to think about that now. She just wanted to watch the erotic show he put on before he went to sleep.
    Glorious cock .
    Her pussy throbbed with longing when he dropped his loincloth to reveal a long, swollen, fully aroused penis. She ached to have it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to smooth her tongue over the swollen, round cock head, to listen to his groans of arousal…just like he was groaning now.
    Both his hands were stroking the enormous length of his cock. His eyelids were half closed and his breath was escaping quickly between slightly parted lips. She trembled at his masculine groans as they drifted through the dusky evening air.
    He looked so glorious standing in the river. A bronze, black-haired god. A powerful man who caressed his hard cock, urging himself closer into a pleasure land.
    Feverish heat and her own arousal uncurled through her body, and quietly she moved to a seated position. She untied the shoulder straps of her garment and allowed her flimsy top to drop. Staring at his sexy bedroom eyes, she smoothed her palms lightly over her tender nipples, her body throbbing in an erotic rhythm to match his moans. The featherlight touches on her flesh made her fantasize about him being here, touching her.
    Just thinking about him having his hands moving sensuously across her body had her aching and shuddering. Uncrossing her legs, she dropped one hand between her thighs and found herself wet for him. Her finger dipped like an erotic flame into her soaked vagina. She pushed her finger deeper inside and pulled it out again, parting her labia, and seared a creamed finger against her clit with a soft, tender massage.
    She’d been doing this, pleasuring herself, for the past several nights while he masturbated during his evening bath. Call it entertainment on her part, or a desperate need for human companionship any way she could get it. Spying on him while he touched himself drew her like a moth to a flame.
    She was the moth and she needed to be very careful with her arousal or he would discover her secret. For a split second, she had an odd sense of déjà vu that she’d been burned terribly by someone in the past. Someone other than the attacker she’d killed. But the feeling quickly vanished as the heat of desire erupted to the forefront of her thoughts.
    Her nipples hardened beneath the palm of her hand as she continued the featherlight friction. With each thrust of her finger inside her channel and back out to massage her clit, she relaxed the tight control she’d wrapped around herself after discovering that nasty man who’d almost raped her. Maybe she’d been in shock…or perhaps there was another reason? But she wouldn’t go there. Not now, when she was in the mood for pleasure.
    Several more hard massages and quick thrusts and she fell into exquisite shivers. Her pussy flared with erotic need and she jerked as hard bursts of tremors splashed through her. Gritting her teeth, she bit into the release. Bit into the moans and whimpers threatening to give her secret satisfaction away.
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    Blackie could just about drown in his memories of earlier today. The female he had for too brief of moments squirming beneath his body. While he stood in the river, the cool liquid brushing past his legs, his hands stroking the massive length of his swollen, bruise-colored flesh, he stripped himself of all thoughts of revenge. In his mind’s eye, there was just the two of them. Male and female.
    He groaned roughly as he imagined her on her knees and naked between his thighs. Her sweet mouth smiling up at him, her green eyes full of heat and want for him. Her delicate fingers roughly stroking his elongated cock. Her wet pink tongue licking his purple, blood-engorged cock head, her teeth pulling sweetly on his ring, creating a shocking satisfaction.
    Yes, she would enjoy his cock plunging between her full lips. All her fears of him would dissolve as she thought only of