Back to The Cave

The journey back to the cave is mostly uneventful, the only real problem you have to deal with is the smell of the two females.

With them thrown over your shoulder you are constantly assaulted by the scent of there ripe sexes. It becomes harder and harder to not throw them down and spend yourself on them. The only thing that keeps you in check is a keen awareness of how **** doing something like that would leave you.

Yet with every step you find yourself focusing more and more on the softness of the skin under your hands and the promise carried by the scents in the air. The memory of the pleasure you had gotten from the one you left in the clearing taunt you as you walk.

When you finally do get back to the cave you barely manage to put them both down.

Looking at them, the body paint starting to smear but doing nothing to hide there voluptuous forms from your eye, the only question on your mind is which you should take first. The girl on the left has a pair of breast that are small but something about the way her erect nipples jut out excites you.

Of course the other seems to fall right in between the other two, not as curvy as the one in the clearing but not a taunt as the one on the left.