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"I said, do you like that?" It was Angies voice. "Like what?" I again mumbled as it slowly came to me that it was morning and I was still out in the bush. Gradually the world came into focus. Angie was still lying on top of me, my dick was still hard (or hard again) and it gay sex muscle models was still in her pussy. Then I felt a strange sensation. It came again and I realised that Angies vagina was contracting around me. It must have been from those PC muscle exercises that one hears about. "Yes, that feels great," I replied, still only slightly awake. Angies muscles continued to pulse as she pushed herself upright, impaled on my cock. She slowly and gently rocked her hips back and forth, and in light circles. My hips thrust into her in response. It didn take long for me to come. As I shuddered inside Angie, her tits jiggled and bobbed slightly. It was gay sex muscle models an exquisite orgasm, a calm wave rippled through me as gay sex muscle models I spurted into Angies pussy. It didn take long for the feeling to subside either. I exhaled deeply and Angie stood slowly, letting my dick slide out of her cunt. While she stood up, my come dripped out of her open cunt onto the ground. It was a most bizarre sight, my come dribbling out from between her pussy lips and down her legs. She didn make any move to wipe it away. She just walked off with my sticky come rubbing between her thighs. I stood as well, my semi-hard dick glistening and swaying with my movements. I turned to find Angie squatting near a bush. She was facing me, with her knees spread out and a strange grin on her face. The grin was momentarily replaced by a grimace, then it returned. I looked down between her legs and saw a golden stream shooting out from her pussy!

She continued smiling as I watched her pee, her urine mixing with my come stuck to her thighs. It wasn sexually related, but it also didn seem gross either. I decided to relieve myself as well. She watched in equal fascination as a stream of piss flowed from my dick. When she finished she stood, and she just seemed to glow. Angie became the bountiful earth goddess, ripe and fresh and most of gay sex muscle models all, very juicy. We cleaned ourselves off in a nearby creek. However, unlike the previous day, the water did gay sex muscle models nothing to calm our sexual desires. We could barely keep our lips apart and our hands off each other. I noticed when we finally did quit the creek and stopped kissing that we had again covered our faces with saliva. It must have been the way that we were kissing. Angie and I decided then that there was gay sex muscle models nothing better to do than move on. We left the clearing and the copse in search of civilisation. It wasn long into the walk before I had another erection. Angie walked by my gay sex muscle models side, leading me by my cock. Angie stopped by the base of a hill and kneeled on the dry grass. The sun was burning brightly and the sky was clear, so we were both sweating profusely. But I didn mind when she started sucking gay sex muscle models my dick, it provided an easy distraction gay sex muscle models from the heat. But it wasn long before I was ready to come. I warned Angie of this but she didn stop. I had thought that she stopped last night because she didn want me to come on her, but soon my knees were buckling and I exploded into her mouth. After that first shot she pulled her mouth off my cock and took my come in the face! The sight of my come landing on her face made me shoot off even more until her face was dripping come! This must have been how I looked the previous night when she squirted on me. In fact she stood up and went to kiss me. At first I was repulsed by the gay sex muscle models idea, but considered it only fair. So I kissed her and licked my come off her face and then kissed her again, giving her my come. Ill be honest, I was disgusted but thought that if she was willing to eat her own come, Id eat mine for her.