But then he made a gesture that was universal: come here. I didn’t bother to cover myself, there didn’t seem to be any point, Naira was the only person here. xxx18 He pointed to a tree, a grin spreading across his face. His eyes closed, and his movements grew more rhythmic, his cheeks hollowing as he drew on my flesh. My skin was slick with slime, and the realization of their number made my stomach turn. Naira got me to kneel and he slid down my body, his feet hitting the earth with a soft thud. His loincloth swayed as he walked, the rod through his nose glinting in the early light.
