“Alina, come here,” the left female guard called out, waving her hand now that her spear was sitting on the ground. The sun was continuing to set, and the bonfire and candlelight from the shrine were all that illuminated the village.
“Yes,” replied the coconut-carrying woman with kind eyes that slanted ever so slightly downwards from earlier, kind of like Anne Hathaway’s. But unlike said hollywood star actress, this tribal girl had vibrant honey-tanned skin and a mommy-type body with ultra-wide hips and a big ass. She began to walk over, her wide birthgiving hips tapering upwards towards a slender almost impossibly small waist like a cartoon character, with a hint of abs. Her abs were definitely not as prominent as the two guards’ washboard abs, but by normal human standards she still had a very athletic mid-section, with a top-heavy and bottom-heavy aspect that looked almost disproportionate.
Slim-voluptuous, with a mommy-type body was how Devon would describe her. Not exactly the best description, but words failed to encapsulate the exaggerated anatomical features that made many of the females of this world to look like real sex dolls.
Devon’s naked cock twitched in anticipation of being able to drag itself across her supple body. This wasn’t normally what he did for sexual gratification, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do, as the old saying went. He was a guest here, so he wanted to follow their customs as much as possible.
The coconut-bearing woman Alina gave Devon a warm smile as she approached. She was dressed in the tribal garb that was prevalent in this amazon village, a scandalously revealing two-piece leather bikini with a small dress cloth wrapped around her hips, that showed off her thighs and legs and left her midsection totally bare. Around her neck was a bone necklace, each bone polished until sparkling pearly white, and a yellow flower adorned her side-parted brown hair. She looked kind and receptive.
“You have chosen Alina as your canvas,” the left guard said, as the right guard still stood by with her breasts completely bare, the streak of black powder down her inner thigh. “Please, draw on her. Express yourself.” The guard spoke while leaning into Devon, her hand wrapping around his cock which had a good amount of the black pigmented powder on it. After giving it a few tugs, she released her grasp and stepped back, giving Devon some space.
“Alina, please lay on the ground.”
“Sure,” she replied, unfurling the cloth tied around her hip before sitting her fat ass down on an off-white canvas that some other amazon guards rolled out earlier. She lay on the canvas in her scandalously revealing leather bikini, her honey-kissed skin bare for the whole village to see. Granted, there were no other men here, so with the sole exception of Devon, there was nobody else to appreciate her anatomical beauty and healthy radiantly glowing skin.
“Now, you may draw.”
Feeling a little sheepish about this whole endeavor, Devon nevertheless swallowed his nervousness about all the spectators and lifted his erect cock in his hand, the weight of his member rather hefty and weighty in his hand. Getting onto both knees on top of the waiting honey tan Alina with a mommy body and bonkers wide hips, he placed the tip of his cock right on the divot right underneath her ribcage, then dragged downwards, creating a slightly curved vertical line of black pigmented powder, his dick finally stopping like a speed bump at her belly button.
His dick twitched, sensitized by the feeling of her soft and supple flesh pressed on his phallus. Even the black pigment itself was surprisingly nice, giving a cakey feeling that was pleasant to feel on the skin.
His dick was beginning to drool, a bit of precum dripping from the tip onto Alina’s honey tan skin. Devon rubbed his dick up and down Alina’s body, enjoying the sensation of a woman’s exposed skin on the tip of his penis.
“Ooooh, he is painting another way too!”
“It’s clear, do you see that? So interesting!”
The chatting beauties in the circle around the mammoth tusk candle shrine were gossipping and commenting on the bit of clear precum that glinted in the candlelight on Alina’s body. Having little contact with men in their village, their understanding of precum and semen was slim.
Devon gingerly held his penis, and moved his hips to draw a large circle around her stomach, then directed his penis upwards towards her tan mounds of squishiness. He drew up in between her cleavage, lifting her bikini top until it was barely clinging onto modesty. He continued to draw upwards until the bikini top could no longer cling on with friction, and Alina’s honey-tanned breasts popped out into the open, finally exposed. Devon’s cock twitched with excitement.
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