As the line gradually shortened and I inched closer to the well, I noticed that there were several more villagers lining up behind me. Unfortunately, both the person at my back and in front of me happened to be men. Sensing the awkwardness of the situation, mostly from myself I decided to keep my hands to myself since I only finger fuck women.
As the seconds ticked by, my anticipation grew with every passing moment until finally, it was my turn. With the kalna fruit clutched tightly in one hand and the clay pot in the other, I stepped forward. Fiona, who had been busy attending to the previous person, turned her head to glance at the next one in line. However, her expression quickly changed from one of disinterest to one of surprise when she realized it was me.
After quickly scanning the area, she refocused her attention on me and asked, “You came alone?” I gave a nod in response and replied, “Yes.”
Her head bobbed in a gesture of understanding as she reached her hand out towards me. “The fruit,” she asked, her voice laced with a note of rigidness. Without wasting a moment, I placed the kalna fruit into her outstretched palm and watched as she carefully set it aside with the other piles of fruit.
Motioning for me to follow, she gestured towards the side of the well and beckoned me to keep the clay pot there. Once I did, she prepared to activate her gift and draw water from the well to fill it up.
After setting down my clay pot with a soft thud, I watched as Fiona turned around. Her hands were bathed in a deep, green glow. Unlike the first time I had seen her use her gift, I observed her movements with a sense of detachment. She traced patterns in the air with her fingers, moving her hand around in a circular motion.
Although I’m aware that the villagers behind me wouldn’t bat an eye at the sight of Fiona sucking off my shaft and eating my semen, they might become agitated and fatigued from waiting in line for their turn to fetch water. However, as I was eager to get closer to her, I couldn’t shake off my reservations about doing it in such a public place. Despite this, I found myself taking a bold step forward and stopping just inches away from her. As a result of our height difference, the top of my head gently brushed against her heavy side breasts, sending a jolt down my veiny penis. And despite my throbbing penis already being erect, it was no match for the heat radiating from her toned thighs.
The moment it touched her skin, my shaft seemed to melt into her flesh, pushing its way between her muscular thighs. As it made its way down, the slitted lion’s cloth – barely covering her two protruding ass cheeks- was pushed to the side, revealing even more of her curve. It was as though my penis suddenly had a mind of its own as it pulsed, determined to explore every inch of the little space around it.
Nevertheless, because of the suddenness of my actions, Fiona abruptly halted her movements and the deep green glow that emanated from her hand receded. Slowly, she turned her head and looked down at me with a quizzical expression etched on her face. “What are you doing?” she asked, scrunching up her brows in confusion. Thinking on my feet, I pretended to be engrossed in examining the black soil inside the well as I replied, “I can’t forget the first time you showed me your gift. I wanted to see it again now that I’m here,” I paused for effect, then added, “In fact, I want to see it every time I come to fetch water from the well.”
Out of nowhere, her serious expression transformed into a beaming smile as she burst out laughing. Although her laughter was brief, it was infectious and brought a smile to my own face. She quickly composed herself, nodding in understanding before asking, “Alright then, if you want to watch me use my gift every time you come, I’ll allow it. But can you really see properly from back there? Wouldn’t you prefer a better view?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I reassured her with a grin. “I can see everything just fine from back here. And, to be honest, I want to watch it from your point of view.” As I spoke, I delicately pulled aside her loincloth, which had been in the way of my penetration, allowing my veiny cock to rest comfortably between her warm, toned inner fleshy muscles once again.
Fiona’s smile returned as she agreed, “Okay, I’ll let you watch.” Her legs pressed together, squeezing my penis between them. It only took a moment for her to realize what was pressing against her thighs, and the sensation of my ball sacs brushing against her skin gave her a clue as to what it was.
“Watch carefully,” Fiona instructed as she squeezed her thighs together, holding me in place, while I coiled my hand around her waist, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape my lips, and pressed my body closer to hers. I watched as her hand glowed with a deep green light, and she moved it in a rotating motion, commanding the water to rise from the black, muddy sand at the bottom of the well. With a few more gestures, she directed the water into my clay pot, filling it to the brim. ｏｖ𝚕．ｃｏ𝚖
Once the water filled the clay pot, I didn’t need to be told anything else. I used the opportunity to grab both of Fiona’s tantalizing butt cheeks with both hands, one of which was bare and warmed my fingers as I dug it into her protruding buttocks, while the other was clothed with the piece of the loincloth that I had pushed to the side. Nonetheless, it still felt amazing as I tightly gripped her toned buttocks with my hands and pulled my scorching shaft out of her fleshy muscular thighs, pretending as though I was just using her butt cheeks as a support to pull my waist back, forcing my veiny to slide out of her inner thighs. With it, I could see the section of her inner thighs where my penis had been, soaked and dripping with my semen.
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