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Hands on my chest she began to rock up and down, her hips doing that swivel that Arabs seem to do so well. One hand went to her clit and she caressed herself, while my finger found it’s way back to her ass and the little hole it had enjoyed earlier. It eased in and with the abundance of sweet and fluids, was soon buried deep within her. From the corner of indian my eye, I amateur saw a cloud of rising steam. The kettle on the primus was boiling like mad, no wonder really! It wasn’t long before she fell forward, her nipples rubbing on my chest and then her body tensed as she began to shake, no longer lifting her hips from me. I instead pushed myself up into her and with powerful thrusts brought her to a climax. The shaking of her body intensified as an orgasm hit her. Her head looking to the ceiling as this time she didn’t scream but moaned from deep within. I reached my peak, my fluids shot inside her vagina as it clenched tight on my cock. Again she orgasmed, this time a squeal escaped her lips as she gripped my shoulders. My energy had drained and could no longer thrust. She began to swivel once more, gently round and round and then suddenly more urgently, her hands took a grip of my head, painfully pulling my hair. Her body went still, her vagina spasmed as she came, the fluids were draining out of her drenching my groin and I could feel it dribbling down between the crack of my ass. With that she collapsed onto me, her lips coming to mine and as still she pulled on my hair and kissed me with such a force, I thought my lips would bust. Her legs straightened alongside mine, although somehow she still held me inside of her. Her head nestled to my neck and she bit my earlobe. I had realised by now that liked she liked biting. I just held her in my arms and we rested. The dawn was breaking and the early morning light was beginning to fill the room with an orange glow. The Primus was out, no fuel and the kettle looked rather bent from boiling dry. A saucepan solved the latter and with the primus refuelled, we soon held steaming coffees, sitting side by side on the bed. She took my hand in hers, “Do you know, we don’t even know each other’s names.” As she gazed intently into my eyes “Will we go together asian or do we again follow our own paths?” I considered for a moment then, “Is there somewhere we can get you to where you will be safe. I have a job to finish, then if its what you want, I will come for you.” She giggled and for a moment I was puzzled until my brain registered her naughty thought. I laughed and it hadn’t escaped me that it was the first time she had sounded like a young girl, not a desert fighter. “My name is John although I’m usually known as Johno.” “And I am called Baheera, it is Bedouin and I will wait for my love as long as it takes.” My pussy dripped with molten passion. “Permission granted.” I gasped back. 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