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wetness.
    Judy too was perspiring freely. Her blouse was sodden and large glistening beads of perspiration clung to her forehead as she slowly rode his shaft. She leant over him and Roderick felt some of the droplets splash against his bare chest.
    His orgasm surprised both of them. Judy felt his cock twitch spasmodically between her legs and she stared at him, her mouth agape.
    Mortified by his hasty ejaculation, Roderick began to mumble an apology but Judy did not allow it. She moved her lips over his and began to probe her tongue in his mouth as she rode his failing member. Her finger rubbed furiously against the tip of her clitoris.
    Roderick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He slowly withdrew from her, continuing to kiss her as he moved. His hands stroked the eager swell of her breasts, his thumbs concentrating on the urgent pressing of her nipples.
    Struggling in the tight confines of the car’s front, Judy moved herself slowly backwards. The lips of her pussy brushed accidentally against the rounded tip of the jeep’s gear lever, and she paused thoughtfully. Pressing herself against the wide leather tipped top, she began to lower herself on to the implement. It was wider than any cock she had ever had between her legs and she groaned loudly as it entered her. Her lips were fully spread, stretching the skin around her clitoris until it was furiously tight. Her fingers rubbed angrily over the pearl of pleasure, and she drew deep broken breaths of ecstasy. Using the gear-stick as a makeshift cock, she rode it with wild abandon. Her fingers continued to play with the hard nub of excited flesh.
    As the orgasm welled deep within her, a broad grin of elation appeared on Judy’s face. She smiled, the expression looking more like a sneer on her face. Moving her head down, she began to lick greedily at Roderick’s limp dick. She could still taste the scent of her own arousal, coupled with the remnants of his spent seed. Mixed with the sweet flavour of his cock’s sweat, the blend was an erotic cocktail.
    She shrieked as the orgasm swept through her, bucking her hips purposefully up and down on the head of the gear-stick. The throb of pleasure seared from the tip of her clit, soaring to every nerve-ending in her body. She trembled uncontrollably, her hips continuing to grind every last piece of pleasure from the moment.
    Roderick grinned at her as she dismounted the gear-stick and began to straighten her clothes. He reached behind himself and refastened the ponytail in his hair. Smiling fondly into her flushed face, he said, ‘that was one of the greatest conversations I’ve ever had.’
    Judy grinned back at him. She reached between his feet and picked up the map from the floor. So that her motives did not appear too obvious, she allowed her mouth to slide wetly against his flaccid cock. Sitting back in her seat, she licked her lips as he watched. ‘Perhaps we’ll talk more when we get to Port Maga,’ she told him lewdly. Wafting the map at him, she added, ‘I’ll navigate. That way we’ll get there that much quicker.’
    He straightened his clothes and flicked the key in the ignition. The broad smile still filled his face. ‘Perhaps we can make it a longer conversation, next time?’
    Judy smiled and said nothing. She was thinking it unlikely they could have a shorter one. Roderick had climaxed just as she was starting to get properly excited. She still felt a bristling of annoyance with him for his early climax. Knowing this would not be a wise thing to say, she nodded quietly at him, maintaining her fixed grin.
    With a glance at the map, she quickly began to work out the best route away from Port Maga.
    *   *   *
    ‘I could get used to this,’ Emily murmured, pressing her back against the mast. The afternoon breeze cooled her naked body, a blessing following the blistering rays of the noon sun. She could see the prow of the boat cutting its way quickly through the fast-flowing waters of the river,

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