The next afternoon, the same humid, salty air clung to my skin as @Alonzo led me back down the winding trail. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. “You really didn’t call him?” I whispered, my fingers tightening around his. He shook his head, a possessive smirk playing on his lips. “Nope. If he really wants it, he’ll be here. The real question is… are you ready for two, minha gordinha?” I felt a familiar, thrilling panic. “Ai, amor, two? Not yet, I don’t think I’m ready for that. Just one for now. So you have to decide… are you going to be the actor today, or just the camera?” I added a mocking little laugh, teasing him. He stopped walking, turning me to face him. His dark eyes burned into mine. “Today, I’m the camera. I want to watch. I want to see every fucking thing he does to you.” My breath hitched. That corninho sem vergonha! The words sent a fresh flood of wetness to my already-dampening bikini bottom. “Just… just watching?” “Just watching,” he confirmed, his voice low. “And directing. Now, go on. Give me a show to film.” He pulled out his phone, holding it up pointedly. The gesture, so casual and so utterly filthy, made my knees weak. I swayed my hips, walking the last few steps to the small clearing where the log still lay. I began to move, slowly, sensually, running my own hands over my hips, up my stomach, cupping my heavy breasts through the thin fabric of my top. I bit my lip, looking over my shoulder at Alonzo, his phone now held steady. That’s when the bushes rustled. The stranger from yesterday stepped out. He looked even more eager, his eyes immediately locking onto my body. He wore simple swim trunks, and the thick bulge at the front was unmistakable. Alonzo didn’t miss a beat. “Fique à vontade,” he said, his voice a calm command. “She’s all yours. For now.” My mind spun. Penetration or not? The cruel, delicious doubt made my head swim. I stood there, trembling, as the man approached. He smelled of sweat and sunscreen. He didn’t speak. His hands, large and slightly rough, came up to my shoulders. He turned me gently to face him. His gaze was intense, devouring. He leaned in and captured my mouth. Oh. His kiss was different. Softer at first, exploring, but with a hungry undercurrent. His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, a low, wanton sound. One of his hands slid down my back, pressing me against him. I could feel the massive ridge of his cock straining against his trunks, pressing into my lower belly. My own hands came up, tentatively at first, then clutching at his broad shoulders. Alonzo’s voice cut through the haze. “Take the top off. Let him see what he’s working with.” I broke the kiss, my breathing ragged. My fingers fumbled with the strings of my bikini top. It fell away, and my tits spilled free into the warm air. The stranger’s eyes darkened. A groan rumbled from his chest. “Fuck, they’re even more beautiful up close,” he muttered, his voice thick. His hands came up and hefted them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. The touch was electric. My back arched, pushing my breasts more firmly into his palms. “So heavy. So fucking perfect.” “Suck them,” Alonzo commanded from behind his phone. “Taste my wife’s tits.” The man needed no further encouragement. He bent his head and took one dark nipple deep into his hot mouth. He sucked hard, with a greedy, desperate pull that made my eyes roll back. A sharp cry tore from my throat. His other hand kneaded my other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the nipple. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I looked past his head, meeting Alonzo’s gaze. He was watching intently, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his jaw. “That’s it, baby,” Alonzo cooed, his voice a mix of praise and dirty encouragement. “Look how good you are for him. Look how your nasty little nipples get so hard for a stranger’s mouth. You love it, don’t you, sua vadía?” “Yes! Fuck, yes!” I whimpered, my hips grinding helplessly against nothing. The man switched breasts, lavishing the same hungry attention on the other. I could feel my arousal soaking through my bikini bottom, a hot, slick mess. My tits felt fuller, heavier, the skin tingling and hypersensitive. His mouth left my breast with a wet pop. He kissed down my stomach, his hands hooking into the sides of my bikini bottom. He looked up at me, then at Alonzo, a silent question in his eyes. Alonzo’s answer was a single, sharp nod. The stranger yanked the fabric down my thighs. The humid jungle air kissed my exposed, hairy pussy. I was completely bare before him. He stared, his breath catching. “Jesus… you’re dripping.” He didn’t hesitate. He pushed my thighs apart and lowered his face between my legs. His tongue, broad and hot, licked a long, slow stripe from my perineum all the way up to my throbbing clit. “AAAAH!” My whole body jolted. The moan was pornographic, loud and shameless, echoing slightly in the clearing. He zeroed in on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His hands gripped my ass, holding me open for him. The sounds were obscenely wet, sloppy, and perfect. “You like that, Luara?” Alonzo asked, his voice closer now. He’d moved to get a better angle. “You like how he eats your cunt? Tell him. Tell him what a good little chud he is.” “Don’t stop! Porra, don’t stop! Your tongue… it’s so fucking good!” I babbled, my fingers tangling in the stranger’s hair, pushing his face deeper into me. He groaned against my flesh, the vibration making my thighs shake. He slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them, searching. He found a spot that made me see stars. “There! RIGHT THERE!” I screamed. He pressed relentlessly, rubbing that rough, wonderful spot inside me while his mouth worked my clit. The pleasure was a coiled spring, tightening to a breaking point. My orgasm built fast, a terrifying, wonderful pressure. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come in his mouth!” “Do it,” Alonzo growled. “Come for him. Show me what a good, dirty girl you are.” The stranger sucked harder, his fingers pumping. The spring snapped. My climax detonated. It was a violent, convulsive wave that ripped a guttural scream from my throat. My back arched off the log, my cunt clenched rhythmically around his invading fingers, and a hot gush of my juices flooded his mouth. My legs trembled uncontrollably. He drank from me, lapping at my pulsing slit, milking every last shudder from my body until I collapsed back, spent and gasping. He stood up, his lips and chin glistening with my essence. His cock was a monstrous tent in his trunks. He looked at Alonzo, hunger and deference in his eyes. Alonzo stepped forward, his hand stroking my sweat-damp hair. “You did so well, minha gordinha tesuda. Such a good girl.” He kissed my forehead, then looked at the stranger. “Now. Let’s see if you can fuck my wife as good as you eat her.”