Everybody understood that. Eflo's eyes were gazing unfathomably at him, almost as if they were daring him. Her moist lips, parted in amusement and possibly hunger, were only inches away. He had not seen much of her lately or of any woman. There was too much to do. Being the head of his own country certainly made him a very important man but also so busy that he had little sleep, less sex, and no time to notice that his life was slipping away unattended. There were moments when he yearned again for a simple day fishing on the river or even for the mindless labor of the diamond mines.

He reached out, planted his sinewy hands on Eflo's flaring hips, and gruffly pulled her to him. The new position made it difficult for her pliant fingers to stroke his prick, so she contented herself with holding it tightly in her fist, clenching and unclenching her hand in time to the beat of his pulse down there. It was a maddening tempo, one that she found echoed in her own belly.

The captain found his thoughts in comfortable disarray, but that did not stop him from shoving his tongue wetly into her open mouth. Her tongue met his and teased and cajoled it until he was pushing it in and out of her mouth as though it were a little red throbbing cock. They dueled this way for almost an eternity it seemed to the big black captain, the water streaming pleasantly down both of their faces, but there were other things to do.

Yet he felt so powerless that Eflo was the first to break contact. When she pulled away her breath was coming in short, puppy dog pantings. She looked at her hand grasping his lust-engorged cock and then pushed down on the hardened rod so the head of the prick was touching the upper entrance to her cuntal slit. He moved forward just a tiny bit, and she felt the head slide against her dampened pubic hair and soap-lubricated clitoris. She groaned as a shower of heated sparks shot through the region of her nakedly exposed sensitive genitals.