When we finally reach dry land, Naira gets me to my knees. Naira carefully takes the gourd bottle filled with white sap out of the basket. Blowjob sex Naira breaks the kiss, and leads me towards the leaf shelter he made earlier. I feel the cool water at my feet. I’m acutely aware of every inch of his body against mine, I feel safe and loved, and I fall into a comfortable, restful sleep. He seems to sense the change in my body, his own movements growing more powerful in response. It still flaps and squirms in its last moments. He works with his basket and some creepers. Naira guides me through the water, the current now a living force that tries to push me over. After about half an hour of running, my legs start to burn, and my breath comes in ragged gasps. My mouth waters as I take a bite, the tender flesh flaking away easily.
