Every year this church in town holds a giant reenactment of the first thanksgiving. There are Indians and pilgrims running around everywhere, food to sample, and booths teaching people about how things were made, and so on. So this year I decided to volunteer, I had nothing else better to do, and thought it would be fun. I had the perfect sexy Indian outfit, too! I know it’s not exactly time period accurate, but fuck it, I am going to have fun with this!
So, I’m bouncing around with a platter of flatbread and red corn samples, and I notice this one tall, sexy pilgrim can’t take his eyes off my long legs and fur-trimmed hide mini skirt. And judging by that bulge by his knee, he likes what he sees. I head over by him, and offer my samples. “Hey there, I was wondering, do you want to put your corncob in my tipi?”
His face was fucking priceless as he stammered “What?!” I smiled, and leaned close in to his ear, “My wigwam is dripping down my leg, why don’t you come explore it?”
I didn’t have to repeat myself again, he followed me over to a quiet corner of the festival like a starving, lonely puppy ready to himp my leg at any moment. It was so much more exciting thinking that we could get caught at any given moment! I stripped his costume off, and sucked his cock deep into my throat in one motion. HIs dick was dripping delicious precum already.
He bent me over the picnic table and threw my skirt to the ground. My cunt was so wet even his massive penis slid into my tight box with a scrumptious ease.
Over, and over again he surged deep into my fuck hole, his balls slapping my clit mercilessly, his fingers digging deep into my hips while he pulled me in tighter and harder with each stroke.
He came deep in my belly, spilling his baby gravy from within me. Once we caught our breath, we noticed we had an audience of tourists staring in open-mouthed awe.
Well, that’s one way to ensure peace between the nations!