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“We shall never make your camp by night,” he said, gazing out over the horizon. “And the desert is no place to travel by the moon. There was nothing timid about his cock inside me, and he never stopped his invasion until I felt like I would be pulled apart and I screamed. It is the way of things.”
“You’re better looking than any American man I’ve run into,” I said, not knowing exactly what I was doing. When I awoke, Sallah was already clothed, and I found that I was covered in my robe. “It is more than I imagined,” he said, enraptured. I in turn was franticly trying to reach my hands into his robes, and when I finally succeeded, his skin was smooth as fine leather, almost as if the sand had shined it rather than wearing it rough. “You’re quite the looker yourself,” I said by way of deflection, but also because I meant it.