They don’t even move

“So, you’re really going off into the jungle in search of your hat?” Alyxia asked as she smiled at Set’s determined expression.

“Yeah, why?” Set asked back as he scanned the foliage ahead of them in a vain attempt to spot the dastardly simian that had dispossessed him of his headwear.

“Alright,” Alyxia placed her pack back on the ground, propping it up against a rounded piece of rock that appeared smooth enough to sit on without too much discomfort, “then just let me know which direction you’re going off in, and I’ll come find you later on.”

“You’re staying here?” Set’s question came as he carried on his obsessive peering into the jungle as it stretched itself out just a few yards away from the river and its clear, cool water, his hand on the butt of his revolver as he failed to see any signs of monkeys moving, though he’d relaxed his grip of his weapon as his temper began to cool.

“Why not? It’s about time for lunch, and you’ve already scared off all the monkeys,” Alyxia observed, following up on her words by releasing another soft chuckle at Set’s expense, the brunette no doubt humorously reflecting on certain faults of character that seemed to unite all men as she waited to see if he would suddenly blurt off into the undergrowth.

“I’ve had enough grilled beetle for today, thank you very much,” Set ran a hand through his exposed hair and thrust out his masculinely squared jaw as he unwittingly broke the record for how long he could be in the vicinity of Alyxia and not ogle her bulging breasts.

“I was thinking of something a little more appetizing,” Alyxia paused to giggle when Set jerked about in response to something flashing amongst the large, vividly green leaves of a nearby tree before relaxing again when he remembered that the monkey that had stolen his hat had not had such a colourful plumage or possessed the ability to fly, “but also, this seems like a good opportunity to rinse away some of all that sweat from walking through the jungle.”

“You probably shouldn’t try swimming in that river,” Set had released his hold of his revolver and looked about ready to finally look away from the jungle, though he was still too caught up in his quest for the thieving monkey to really pay much attention to the soft thud of something fairly light hitting the ground behind him, “might be piranhas and crocodiles about.”

“Yes, and whatever would I do if one of them attacked me and you weren’t around to dive in like Tarzan and save me by clubbing it over the head?” Alyxia again failed to withstand the lure of some verbal jabbing of her elbow into Set’s side, though she wasn’t disappointed by how he didn’t offer either some sort of bitchy retort or some more of his macho bravado.

“Both Tarzan and I use a machete, not a club,” Set snorted before producing a faint gagging noise as he finally caught on to what Alyxia was referring to.

“I’m aware of that,” Alyxia’s cheerful clarification came over the sound of something else slumping down onto the ground, “but there’s other ways to wash off.”

Finally turning round to look at Alyxia, Set silently chastised himself for being such a colossal ass that he’d spent the last minute looking off into the distance in a misdirected effort to spot something that’d taken something from him and had therefore missed the spectacle of Alyxia stripping out of her clothes to sit completely naked on top of the rock, a water-filled canteen in one of her hands.

“Still intent on chasing after that monkey?” Alyxia purred as she came to sport a radiant smile in reaction to how Set was looking at her.

“Monkey what now?” Set blurted out his response as he watched Alyxia unscrew the cap of the canteen that she was holding up in front of her bust.

“You know, I do think that I owe you for letting me put my top back on,” Alyxia rose up as she referred to how Set had been swayed by the thought of Alyxia’s boobs being left exposed to mosquitoes and other foul little creatures into allowing her to renege on her promise from the night before, “would you consider us even if I let you wash my big, fat tits?”

“Nggg…” Set’s groaned out his emphatic but somewhat convoluted response to Alyxia’s question as he watched her pour just a dash of water from the canteen onto her juicy mounds, the sight of the clear liquid flooding through her cleavage making so that he was unwilling to miss any of it through nodding his head or blinking.

“I’m going to go ahead and take that as a yes.” Alyxia sauntered closer to Set, graciously moving her legs while allowing him to watch her breasts bouncing as her luscious ass swayed behind her.

“Now,” Alyxia stopped just out of range for Set to be able to lunge at her, “are you going to let me see how hard my big tits and wet pussy is making your thick, long pussy pleaser?”

Set had stripped naked from the waist up and had gotten out of his boots before Alyxia had even begun her seductive mentioning to his achingly hard member, and he again showed her just how adept he was at pulling open his belts and his trousers and whipping his dick out, the foxy brunette actually whistling at the sight of Set’s fuckpiece pointing straight at her before he made it bob up and down and smacking against his abdomen as he bent his legs as a part of his mad struggle to get out of his pants.

“The monkeys should steal your trousers next,” Alyxia opined as the now buck-naked Set made his way towards her so that she could hand him the canteen and employ both of her hands in the deft fondling of his erect dick, her delicate fingers tracing their way up and down the vein-covered trunk of his fat fuckpiece as he took a quick swig from the canteen and the upturned it over her tits, allowing the remainder of its contents to come splashing down onto her tits and allowing her bust an excellent impersonation to do its best at impersonating a waterfall.

The canteen bumped against the ground as Set discarded it and set out to rub his hands all over Alyxia’s magnificent pair of boobs, the rounded tip of his cock being pressed against her stomach as droplets of water came running down her midsection.

Somewhere in the jungle surrounding the two horny explorers, Set’s hat lied abandoned and unloved, the monkey having scorned it in favour of some ripe bananas.