"Isn't that a perfect movement?" Dave said, entranced.
Giggling girls ran over to us from the cooking fire, bearing platters of roast pork. They held up thin slices between finger and thumb, blew on them to cool them, and fed them into our mouths.
It was delicious. I made tiny thrusting movements with my loins. The girl sucking me got the message. She squatted astride me, her back towards me, fed my knob into her crotch and then gently slid down my shaft. My big fat prick chortled happily as it simmered within her hot pussy. I made another tiny loin movement. She flexed her calf muscles and rode up and down with greasy tantalization.
"We might as well stay here for the next hundred years," suggested Dave.
"I'm in no hurry to move on," I agreed.
"Tell you what I'll do some time soon, Mike," he said dreamily. "I'll exert myself. I'll roll over on top of one of these girls. I'll make a big effort. I'll fuck her!"