Aaralon was squirming away, she could feel his penis breaking free out of her vagina's iron grip. Alair stared into his eyes longingly. Aaralon stared back into her deep azure eyes and found himself lost in them.
"Shh its ok, Aaralon it will be alright, I just need to feel your cum in between my hot legs," she whispered.
Aaralon quietly began to thrust into her again and she smiled, "Good boy,"
"Now cum for me," she smothered him with her tongue.
Alair moaned into his mouth and Aaralon made a final thrust, they both orgasmed and Alair's pussy hungrily devoured his cum.
"Shh thats good Aaralon," Alair heaved. "Let it all flow inside me," she was barely able to keep them afloat as all of Aaralon's cum drained into her.
Exhausted, Aaralon collapsed. Alair almost let him drown. She gracefully caught him before he descended into the depths and ferried him to the bank where he had been bathing.
She carefully set him in the position she remembered seeing him in and laid his head back on the edge of the river. She had hoped he would awaken and think it was all a dream.
She quietly swam back to her origins, and Aaralon awoke an hour later.
The sun had just started its ascent into the heavens when the ice cold water finally woke Aaralon's peaceful slumber. Aaralon groaned and instantly became alert, recalling what had happened last night.
"What the--where--did she--was that a dream?" Aaralon groggily mumbled to himself.
Aaralon inspected himself and found no signs that the whole encounter actually occurred, he could have just dreamt it all.
"Maybe it was a wet dream or something," Aaralon thought.
Deciding he needed to get up or his body would turn into a raisin, Aaralon dried himself off and looked around for something to do. The girls would probably sleep for another hour, and he needed to show them what he could do. |