The Chef was cooking a wonderful dish with local fish, herbs and garlic from the local markets. He stood up, removed his sarong exposinghis hardness. There were birds that flew up or swam away. The trees and banks were much closer. He looked down at me and his eyes sparkled as he knew I was his white slut and he was going to enjoy to the full. As he massaged his hands parted mybuttocks exposing my vagina fully opening it slightly with each stroke.
I thanked him with a knowing smile.
An Erotic Experience in Kerala
I said I would love one. I said softlythat if he enjoyed that he could go there. Lost in the pleasure Iobliged. The men got busy securing the boat and setting it up for the evening. He massaged firmlybut not painfully. Soon his fingers were working another magic as he flicked my now erectclitoris. His hands were strong and firm but the fingers were magic on my foot as he kneaded it and stroked it with a rhythmic motion.