James fell back to his back wheezing. “Oh dear!”
Still drenched in his perspiration and exhausted James’ baser instincts took over. “Here is my fruit that I share with you.” She grabbed another fruit unfamiliar to James. Even after his long soak his erection was still painfully hard. But darling you have another entrance for me to sate myself.” Rolling her over he spread her cheeks to view her tight and puckered hole. His thoughts were only of the nameless nymph. To drink from streams as a wild animal does. “You’ve made a mess inside of me.” The nymph pushed James shoulders until his face was level with his dripping load. His attentions moved to her pearl. “Let us rest while you clothes dry.”
“The thing between your legs. But what did it matter now? Stranded on an island with nothing but this weird fruit to eat. His thoughts were only of the nameless nymph. Soon his tongue was deep in her hole cleaning the last drop. At least I shall die faithful to my Liza.” James had taken
