After Lucas exploded inside her mouth, Melina grunted in exhilaration, feeling the elasticity of the little throbbing member in her lips, and the slightly salty discharge it had released. Oh my Gods, I cannot have enough of this, I cannot have enough of him!!!  She pulled back a little, savoring every shudder and twitch of his manhood with her tongue, delighting in sliding it around, even as Luca’s grew slightly soft, making it possible to play around with his prick more. It feels so good, so alive! She marveled as it slithered wetly under her ravenous tongue. I want to see him burst again. She still did not realize that unlike her, which was already very much ready for the next round, men needed some time to recharge. She was, however, much ready to shove him inside her again by now.

Lucas by now still had not recovered, laying limp and panting in her fist. She pulled back a little more and, after moistening her fingertips, brought her lover close to her eyes and delicately grabbed his now limp cock. As Lucas kept panting, and moaning, thinking he might need more air, she opened her fist, holding him only with her middle finger against his abdomen for safety.

****

When Melina opened her fist, Lucas found himself quite close to her eyes again. He also saw (and felt) she was daintily fondling his prick with amazing tenderness, looking at it hungrily as she bit her lower lip twistedly in an unfairly sexy mien. Her large fingers tugged at him avidly, as he thought of how unreal the scene of watching those large, womanly appendages handle his member was, a member which was much smaller than them. Suddenly she took her eyes of her handiwork and locked eyes with him, without letting go of his penis, stroking it while smiling wickedly when she saw him looking at her touching him there. She was clearly ready for more play. Lucas in turn grabbed the finger he was pressing against his abdomen to keep him safe in her palm and ran his fingers along the edges of her fingernail and finger pad, amazed at the textures of her horn-like nail, tough and yet feminine and well-cared for (not overly long, though) and the ridges of her fingertip.

Then she stood up, turned to face the couch and started to lower him. He passed her amazing breasts and he looked down to see Melina had only one foot on the ground. Her other leg was bent, with the foot on the couch.  Soon he was level with her pussy, and then even lower. He watched in concern as then her fist (and him on board) started to ascend slowly anew, getting closer to her snatch. Looking up from the cane-like perch, he glimpsed his extended, shapely arm lowered to her crotch, and up close, her still enflamed labia and equally swollen clit, her bristling pussy fur, and beyond and between, her taut tummy, her tits, sticking out of her chest mind-bogglingly far out, jiggling with anticipation with her every move. And even beyond that, her downturned face, eyes, glassy with desire, but nevertheless much fixed on him with disquieting purpose.

****

As soon as Melina locked eyes with Lucas, she smiled when he saw his leisurely expression of pleasure, trust and desire while she continued to fondle him, and his penis (and body) twitched unbidden in her hand. But then reality reasserted itself when she felt a familiar pressure below. She needed to pee. Remembering the unsettling sensation she had just minutes ago when Lucas made her climax, she decided to heed nature’s call, as she wanted to make completely sure she was not going to drench her little guy in urine again. She turned to face the couch and then, having a wayward and naughty impulse, she put one foot on the couch, and lowered Lucas slowly, feeling a twang of need when he was at nipple level (how I want to rub his thingy there now) and then she kept lowering him until he was below her crotch, barely suppressing a giggle as he, predictably, stared slack-jawed at her pussy. Seeing this, she got him a little closer, being rewarded by Lucas looking up, wide eyed. Not wanting to take her little joke too far, she then resumed lowering him until he was on the floor. Then, she turned to her duffle bag and bent over to rummage in it, extracting a little flask.

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Lucas watched with some relief that she did not really want to just plunge him into her pussy headfirst, and she was only teasing. Smiling crookedly, he acknowledged the fact that she thought to do it like that clearly brought to mind the fact that she had thought of doing it… he loved girls with dirty minds! But no, after her tantalizing encounter with her cunt, she smiled at him apologetically and then he soon found himself being released on the floor below her body. He looked up to see her long leg on the ground, the other on the couch and her shamelessly displayed twat above. She bent over the couch and he was again thankful and astounded at the way his small size made him privy to sexy details as her pussy folds above were sliding against each other, spreading, closing and rippling with the movements of her splayed thighs when she bowed.

Loud scraping sounds from what he guessed was her looking for something in her bag, and then she straightened up, and carefully pivoted on her heel on the ground, with her bent leg on the air while looking at him to make sure of his position. Then both of her feet were on the ground, her back to him, and she playfully waved at him while looking over her shoulder as she strolled to the door he still had not seen open, while saying:

“Lucas, shikko zu...”

He could only watch in amazement as her stunning ass jiggled and swayed coquettishly as she sashayed to the door, long hair swinging, while feeling how each of her dainty footsteps made the ground tremble slightly under his naked soles. In Portuguese the word for “statuesque” is escultural, and he surely thought she looked like a sculpture of a goddess…  my goddess… come to life. What did she have in mind? What could be in that room?

This became rather obvious as she opened the door wide, stepped in without closing it and casually squatted down on her tiptoes, looking down at something. Lucas watched open-mouthed at her lovely spread buttocks, lovely waist and lovely back as the sound of a veritable waterfall was abruptly heard. Then he turned away, to give her some privacy.