She'll have to decide

"You'll just have to decide for yourself what I am," you say as you pull the Indian princess closer to you. You lean in and kiss her.

Peter groans as she watches Tiger Lily's svelte hips grind into yours with your hands on her arse. Tiger Lily lets go of your thick organ to wrap her arms around your broad shoulders. She moans as she feels your tongue exploring the roof of her mouth, forcing her tongue to submit to your exploration of her cavity.

From the bushes, Peter half watches as you have your way with the young Indian woman and whimpers in her shared memory. She remembers your mouth on her breasts, and more especially between her legs. Right now, your fingers are between Tiger Lily's legs causing her to whimper in frustration and pleasure.

You groan from the pleasure of having Tiger Lily's abdomen quivering around your thick meat. She rubs her body up and down, slightly and very slowly against your hairy chest. Your mouth shifts to her breasts as you pick her up by her arse.

Bending the beautiful svelte Indian young woman backwards, you lean her against the current of the stream. She loses her footing on the stream's rock bed as she wraps her legs around your waist. Wendy sighs as you sweep the little Indian off her feet. Your lips still sucking on the well endowed Indian princess's engorged nipples.