Finger herself while eyeing up Stren

When Kailla's fingers reached the black thatch of pubic hair between her toned, caramel-couloured thighs, she found it already soaked and matted with lust. She let her fingers sink into the soft entrance of her lips, gathering moisture on her fingertips and spreading it on the stiff nub of her clitoris. It stiffened between her stroking digits. She shivered. It felt good. After a day of fear, **** and confusion, she deserved some relief...

"Aaaah..." Kailla let out a sigh, trying to muffle her voice with her other hand as her first orgasm lanced up through her spine. Setting aside any sense of shame, she let her hungry gaze slither up and down his defenseless body, sliding unbidden and unsolicited across his sleeping frame. Her eyes were fixed on Stren, his hands (so big and strong, the fingernails somehow still so clean!), his chest and stomach (as hard and flat as a sturdy shield!), his legs (like mighty treetrunks!).

Most of all, Kailla couldn't stop gazing at his cock. It reflected in her golden eyes. It was just so big! She shivered as she stroked across her clit again. She blinked, realizing that she had been staring, unblinking at the thick, footlong tube of veiny flesh draped across Stren's six-pack. She wondered what it looked like when erect, if something that big even *could* get fully erect. How big would it be? How would it feel in her hand? How would that fat, bulbous head feel on her tongue? She arched her back as the thought made her cum again, a sweet moan escaping her lips and floating up to the bulging, almost-full moon hanging in the sky above. Gently she pushed her middle finger deeper into herself, enjoying the clench of her pussy around her knuckle. Although her young cunt was still tight, she was so slick with juice that she easily managed to push her ring finger in too. With two slender digits squirming inside her, feeling out her favourite spots, she let her thumb glide across her hard, slippery button.

Stren's legs were slightly spread and she could see his balls, huge and smooth. She could tell they were full and plump. She moaned again. How heavy with seed they must be! How long had it been since he had last been relieved of his manly burden?

Kailla let her slender fingers slip out of herself. She marveled at how sopping wet they were! Strings of juice webbed her fingers, trickling down her wrist and mixing with her sweat. She stroked her nipples, getting them wet with her juices. Alone in her indulgence, she inhaled the scent on her hands, her own scent, sweet and familiar, at home, yet apart from the vivid, biological smells of the jungle that surrounded them. Feeling empty without something inside her, Kailla roughly shoved her hand back between her thighs, feverishly rubbing herself as her free hand tugged and pinched her nipple.

"Nnngh... ah, Gods!" another orgasm rippled through her young body. She gritted her teeth, panting, her gaze still fixed on the slumbering beast before her. Even as she tried to muffle her voice, she thought he must surely hear her. What if he woke up? Surely he would **** himself on her! Surely his hands would grip her slender wrists, pinning her to the ground. Surely he would push her her down on all fours, shoving her face into the dirt! Would she even try to put up a futile struggle if he **** his fat pole between her lips, filling her from behind, more fully than her useless little fingers ever could...

Suddenly, Kailla noticed something that made her heart beat even faster. A movement of Stren's mighty serpent. It shifted slightly in small, pulsating motions. Even as the mighty warrior himself remained blissfully asleep, his penis began to slowly inflate in gentle, gradual twitches...