04-06-2022, 08:51 PM
As the camel rounded the bottom of the dune, the driver moved the camel to climb the next dune. She was thrown backward and she frantically grabbed at the horn of the saddle for balance.
The movements caused her skirt to ride up and Aeishwarya exclaimed 'ouch!' loudly as the coarse camel skin bruised the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Madam," said the driver. And with one swift motion his large hand cupped her stomach and he lifted both his legs. His legs rested against the bottom of her thighs in front of him and he lifted her up with ease. His other hand whipped around a soft cotton quilt. He reached under her crotch and tucked the quilt under her.
As he did so, Aeishwarya regretted that under her skirt she wore no panties. But it was so ridiculously hot! She had wanted to cool down her body after the hot, sweaty day! Initially the breeze had wafted under the skirts and she had been happy to be wearing nothing. But his hand had definitely brushed her crotch, moist now with her grinding.
When he let her down Aeishwarya felt a softness under her bottom and along both legs. She was cushioned from the animal. She also felt the saddle under her a lot lesser than before.
The camel had titillated her only to deceive. As the animal continued its climb she found herself leaning back and not quite able to grind her pussy against the saddle. Desperate for more of that beautiful pleasure she tried leaning forward. She ground down a couple of times and gasped and when it proved too much and fell back, Aeishwarya groaned in despair.
As Aeishwarya slid back she came up against him. And she felt the unmistakable contour of his erection against her ass. She tried to stay off him but the angle proved impossible. As the camel climbed steeply her ass wedged the cock and the sway massaged his cock.
It was his turn to gasp in pleasure. Aeishwarya ground against him. He felt the softness of her buttocks against his massively erect cock. The relentless grind which he did nothing to contain caused his cock to leak. He pressed against her best as he could and that provided him some relief – the kind of relief he provided himself on a working day by grinding the base of his palm against his cockhead.
He was wonderfully trapped. Her buttocks were luscious and accommodating. His cock found a wide enough crevice to wedge again. And from what he could sense she was not trying to stop anything.
They came up to the top of the dune. This was the place he brought all tourists. They loved the low rolling dunes –endless to the horizon. Not too steep which cut the view short. Not too shallow which made it a featureless landscape. A little further and the town lights would dampen. Stars danced in the sky there and tonight there was a full moon, too. He goaded the camel on.
Aeishwarya was wet with her stimulation and he was flowing as a result of his. Both were aroused and unsure of finding a release or finish.
And then the master in the camel driver came up with a move. He guided the camel slightly off the top at which she was poised downward, grinding her crotch and then back up toward the top at which point she fell back on him.
After a series of zigzags she felt him rock hard and the wetness seeped through his dhoti and her skirt to her back, leaving her in no doubt as to what was happening with him.
When the camel went down the dune she lurched forward and surrendered to the grind and she felt her own wetness surge. When she gripped whatever she could of his leg it was partially balance and partly desire. Her soft fingers gripped her his coarse hard leg, just below the knee.
Giddy with desire, her hand moved up and came to rest on his thigh as far back as it would go. Then she stopped.
He lifted her as he had done before, with his legs. One hand moved her skirt up baring her ass. With his other hand be brought his cock to align with her gaping cunt.
Aeishwarya reached back with both hands and gripped his thighs – she wanted to control her descent. She sank on him... he was large and she grunted with effort as she fought off gravity. She needed to be slower and yet she was urgently in need of being filled by him.
Aeishwarya settled on his lap, his cock deep and wide into her. She had absolutely no wiggle space, stuck like a pig on a stake. His mouth was near her ear now.
"Ok?" he asked. She nodded. Very gently she rocked forward as her cunt demand pleasurable caresses. She gasped loudly as pleasure coursed through to her nipples.
The movements caused her skirt to ride up and Aeishwarya exclaimed 'ouch!' loudly as the coarse camel skin bruised the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Madam," said the driver. And with one swift motion his large hand cupped her stomach and he lifted both his legs. His legs rested against the bottom of her thighs in front of him and he lifted her up with ease. His other hand whipped around a soft cotton quilt. He reached under her crotch and tucked the quilt under her.
As he did so, Aeishwarya regretted that under her skirt she wore no panties. But it was so ridiculously hot! She had wanted to cool down her body after the hot, sweaty day! Initially the breeze had wafted under the skirts and she had been happy to be wearing nothing. But his hand had definitely brushed her crotch, moist now with her grinding.
When he let her down Aeishwarya felt a softness under her bottom and along both legs. She was cushioned from the animal. She also felt the saddle under her a lot lesser than before.
The camel had titillated her only to deceive. As the animal continued its climb she found herself leaning back and not quite able to grind her pussy against the saddle. Desperate for more of that beautiful pleasure she tried leaning forward. She ground down a couple of times and gasped and when it proved too much and fell back, Aeishwarya groaned in despair.
As Aeishwarya slid back she came up against him. And she felt the unmistakable contour of his erection against her ass. She tried to stay off him but the angle proved impossible. As the camel climbed steeply her ass wedged the cock and the sway massaged his cock.
It was his turn to gasp in pleasure. Aeishwarya ground against him. He felt the softness of her buttocks against his massively erect cock. The relentless grind which he did nothing to contain caused his cock to leak. He pressed against her best as he could and that provided him some relief – the kind of relief he provided himself on a working day by grinding the base of his palm against his cockhead.
He was wonderfully trapped. Her buttocks were luscious and accommodating. His cock found a wide enough crevice to wedge again. And from what he could sense she was not trying to stop anything.
They came up to the top of the dune. This was the place he brought all tourists. They loved the low rolling dunes –endless to the horizon. Not too steep which cut the view short. Not too shallow which made it a featureless landscape. A little further and the town lights would dampen. Stars danced in the sky there and tonight there was a full moon, too. He goaded the camel on.
Aeishwarya was wet with her stimulation and he was flowing as a result of his. Both were aroused and unsure of finding a release or finish.
And then the master in the camel driver came up with a move. He guided the camel slightly off the top at which she was poised downward, grinding her crotch and then back up toward the top at which point she fell back on him.
After a series of zigzags she felt him rock hard and the wetness seeped through his dhoti and her skirt to her back, leaving her in no doubt as to what was happening with him.
When the camel went down the dune she lurched forward and surrendered to the grind and she felt her own wetness surge. When she gripped whatever she could of his leg it was partially balance and partly desire. Her soft fingers gripped her his coarse hard leg, just below the knee.
Giddy with desire, her hand moved up and came to rest on his thigh as far back as it would go. Then she stopped.
He lifted her as he had done before, with his legs. One hand moved her skirt up baring her ass. With his other hand be brought his cock to align with her gaping cunt.
Aeishwarya reached back with both hands and gripped his thighs – she wanted to control her descent. She sank on him... he was large and she grunted with effort as she fought off gravity. She needed to be slower and yet she was urgently in need of being filled by him.
Aeishwarya settled on his lap, his cock deep and wide into her. She had absolutely no wiggle space, stuck like a pig on a stake. His mouth was near her ear now.
"Ok?" he asked. She nodded. Very gently she rocked forward as her cunt demand pleasurable caresses. She gasped loudly as pleasure coursed through to her nipples.
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