Keeping my word

Elle and I retired to our tent. We said our good nights to our companions and closed the flap to our sleeping accommodations. The tent was surprisingly spacious, even for someone of my build. We both still needed to bend our heads down so as not to brush them against the canvassed roof.

We purchased a lantern back in Haywood, and used it to illuminate the inside of our tent. The flame flickered and our shadows shifted to the flames movements.

With our newfound privacy, we embraced each other, kissing with our hungry mouths. Our tongues battled each other for supremacy, pushing and fondling, exploring all corners of our mouths. The warm and soft wetness of her tongue felt exhilarating in contrast to my big, long and rough tongue. I could taste the meal she had consumed, sweet meat. I could taste the **** she had drunk, raspberry vodka.

We broke the kiss and Elle laid down on our sleeping roll, propping herself up by her elbows. The tent gave us just enough room for us to comfortably rid ourselves of our clothing. I was fully nude whilst Elle kept her lingerie on.

Earlier this morning, Elle asked for privacy to change, I thought this odd, as she had never asked me of this before, she always felt at ease to change in front of me . She told me that it was about something she bought from the tailors, and me not seeing it now, would be worth the wait for me later. I remembered she had once before purchased a big bag of unknown contents from the tailors. I had a sneaking suspicion what was in the bag. It was lingerie.

She had an emerald green balcony bra on that had golden floral patterns stitched on it. Her panties shared the same colour as her bra. It was a caged style thong, with the same golden floral pattern that covered her vulva. The material of the it looked so delicate. With one firm tug from my finger, I bet I could easily snap the undergarments off that were trapping her pussy from my view.

She was a sight, her curvy features encased in her sexy lingerie. The way she had positioned herself propped up and sticking her large bust out. I could feel myself drooling. It didn’t seem to bother her, watching me as my saliva dribbled openly from my mouth.

“You still look hungry,” Elle said, opening her legs wider. My eyes focused on her groin. “Why don’t you eat this?”

With her invitation, I dived toward her panty clad pussy. I could smell her through the material. I hooked my fingers, being ever so gentle, and pulled the garments away. Her scent immediately invaded my nostrils causing my cock to stir. Her red bush looked enticing as it helped display her marvellous wet snatch.

I dove my snout in, licking my tongue up, I felt the soft texture of her chubby lips. Her juices started to flow and I lapped up the sweet nectar. Her fingers ran through the fur on my head as she caressed it. Her moans were soft, trying to stifle herself, as not to draw attention to our activities to the group outside of our tent.

I teased her clit, making her gasp out louder. She clapped her other hand over her mouth. I continued my feast on her pussy, making her moan harder into her hand. I gave her opening quick stabs with my tongue, feeling the sensation of her hot insides. She stirred more, shifting her legs like she was trying not to wet herself. I grabbed her thighs possessively and pushed firmer on her clit, rotating my tongue around it, teasing it. I felt her orgasm as she wrapped her legs around my head, keeping a tight grip. She gasped out uncontrollably, no doubt alerting our group that she just came. We didn’t care. I wanted to keep my word, and I dived in to eat her pussy more.

She came another number of times as I kept this up for well over an hour, my tongues started to tire and my jaw aches. But as I said I would, I continued to eat her out for as long as she wanted. It wasn’t until she came from my tongue again that she pushed my head away from her to cease the oral sex I was giving her.

“Stop Fen, I can’t take anymore,” she said breathlessly. “How can you keep going?”

“If it’s you, I can go all night,” I told her confidently.

“I think everyone else has gone to bed.” She was right, I couldn’t hear any commotion outside, no talking or laughing like an hour ago. I could still see the glow of the campfire through the canvassed wall.

“It looks like the campfire is still going,” she said. “There’s something I want to do, now that everyone is in their tents.”

I looked up at her, my muzzle damp with her juices.

“I want us to fuck in front of the fire.”