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Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

... hand around my cock, “Make up your mind, where do you want to cum?” That question was answered about 80 million years ago when the first caveman got him some cave nugg. I looked down at Mandy and instantly moved back between her legs, allowing her to guide me right back in to her steamy depths. As soon as my cock bottomed out I began pumping in and out of her with determination. “Oh,” she said as she braced herself against my harder thrusts, “you want to cum inside me.” “Uh huh,” I grunted as I continued driving into her with ever increasingly hard strokes. Mandy then placed the bottoms of both her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips upward, spreading her legs and offering her pussy to me. “Ok,” she said as she brought both of her hands to her breasts and began pinching her nipples. I don’t know if she had planned this out before hand while she was having a coffee somewhere or if this was just a spur of the moment thing because Mandy held perfectly still for the longest time, allowing me to completely satisfy myself with the pleasures of her body. And when I did finally cum, it was complete. Mandy pinched her nipples hard between her fingers and bit her bottom lip while I drained my balls into her. “Oh yea,” she hissed quietly between her clenched teeth, “I can feel it squirting into me.” I ran both of my arms up her back and grasped ahold of her shoulders on either side of her neck. As I leaned backward on my knees I pulled her down hard onto me while I sat her up. She ...

... had no way of getting away now. She was going to stay fully embedded on my cock with her legs spread wide until I was satisfied that she had been there long enough. “You know what?” she half asked half stated as she brought her hands down to the pit of her stomach and gently caressed the soft smooth skin above where my cock was incased inside her. “If you could cum in me just a little bit harder,” she said with a playful grin on her face. ”I might actually be able to feel it hitting the top of my head!” “You say the nicest things.” I responded just before giving her a kiss. ********************************************************************************************* Our trek through the southern Mexican rainforest was actually going better than I thought it would have. We were pretty much on track for the time we had estimated to be in the jungle, Mandy already had the find of a lifetime just out of being a little clumsy, and neither one of us had an unstoppable case of the shits yet. It really could not have been much better at that stage of the game. And as I suspected, when I woke up Mandy was already outside examining the knife. “Hey babe,” I said as I crawled out of the tent and began looking for the coffee. “Find anything new?” “These engravings,” she said as she turned toward me to reveal our magnifying glass held between her face and the knife. “They are not a whole bunch of fine engravings,” she said as she set the glass down and slowly looked the knife handle over ...