I caressed Manaia's back, using my fingers to trace a line down her spine. "This is just the beginning, my sweet Manaia," I whispered against her damp skin.
Carefully, I lifted her from my face; her body still trembled with the last reverberations of her orgasm. I gently turned her, placing her on all fours on the straw bed. Her round, firm buttocks rose, opening like a beautiful flower, showing me her entire interior: her swollen, dripping pussy and her small asshole, like a chrysanthemum bud about to bloom. The sight was quite a spectacle to behold.
The scent of sex and her arousal filled the air. I knelt behind her, my eyes fixed on her wet vagina, wide open and ready for me to keep devouring it.
Manaia gasped a little, purring with happiness, utterly exhausted by pleasure.
I lowered my head, and my tongue grazed her entrance, savoring the nectar that still flowed, making Manaia once again clench the bedsheets while biting her pillow, muffling her moans of pleasure.
