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inside his jeans while shooting shot after shot of the ever-widening
     tunnel in the black-covered valley. Soon he was flat on his stomach, aiming directly into the mouth-watering aperture, grinding
     his hardness onto the white paper. She had buried her middle finger deep inside to the second knuckle, and now withdrew it,
     bringing it to her mouth to suck the clinging moisture.
    Accidentally he touched her foot and her eyes snapped open, searching for him with an unmistakable, unfocused gaze. It was
     lust if he ever had seen it. He grinned sheepishly and she opened her legs even wider. “What other equipment have you got?”
     she asked.
    “Lots of mechanical gadgets,” he answered, scooting to his knees. “But my best piece is
all
natural.”
    “Is it healthy?”
    “
And
good for you,” he said, and placed his Nikon carefully to one side off the white paper.
    She rubbed both palms over her thighs, bringing them down on either side of her black-fringed love trench. “Well, for heaven’s
     sake, bring it out. I’m all for anything natural.”
    Pleased as punch, he unzipped his tight jeans and, with difficulty, extracted his full-grown bird. She raised herselfup on her elbows to study it with a distinct smile of approval. “Well, bring it up here so I can test it,” she murmured.
    Quickly he moved to straddle her trunk. His bird trembling, he waited expectantly for her next move. She took it in both hands;
     her touch was cool and assured on his heated, hard cock, which twitched as if straining to fly away. With maddening slowness
     she raised her mouth and repeatedly kissed its swollen head. Watching the exquisite, magical mouth mother his member, he struggled
     for control, wanting desperately to ram it deep into her throat.
    Her luscious lips enveloped the knobby end, and he felt her tongue washing the underside, creating a dangerous tingling in
     his balls. She sucked it in, taking nearly all of it into the moist warmth of her willing mouth, then pulling it out again.
     “Not fair. I’m nude and you’re not,” she pouted. “You promised you’d do
everything
to make me feel at ease.”
    “Sorry,” he mumbled and rose to his feet, shucking his jeans. After stepping out of them, he ripped off his socks and yanked
     off his Lacoste polo shirt. Nude, excited, he stood over her, his bird flying out from his groin at a hard angle. Her fingers
     had returned to her love canal, and he suddenly wanted to join them. Reversing his position, he placed his knees on either
     side of her neck and lowered his head to greet her pussy. Snaking his tongue out, he split her open like a ripe peach. She
     gasped, and he felt her mouth again clamp down on his prick, as if she were chewing beef ribs..
    She tasted to him like Brazil nuts and smelled faintly of musk. The rippled edges of her twat led him directly to the hard
     island of her clit. Jamming it against his upper teeth, he flicked at it with his tongue, sending her hips intoa squirm of delight. As she sucked on him, he teased and tormented her hard love button, pressing his nose deeper and deeper
     between the undulating walls of her juicy canal. Lost in the heady delight, he could have eaten her for hours.
    Toni, however, was panting into his cockflesh, “I want it in me, I want it inside.”
    Ever desirous to please, he jackknifed and aimed his bird for her love nest. Easing into her was like slipping into a tight,
     warm glove. For a moment he did not move, loving the sensation of being wetly enveloped, feeling the internal contractions
     milking at him. Lowering his weight fully onto her, he kissed her lovely face, closing her-eyes with his slippery tongue.
     Gradually he began to move his smothered bird, stroking slowly, drawing it nearly all the way out before plunging it deep
     again. Over and over he did this, raising ecstatic groans from her.
    Raking his back with her fingernails, she clung to him, bucking her hips harder and harder, slamming their pelvises