Washed Ashore 2
Every night after we returned to camp, Sam would run off to do whatever it was he did and I would eat whatever fruit there was nearby and then settle down for the night. I tried hard not to, but every night, as soon as I was lying on my back, of its own volition my crotch surged to life and I got harder than I'd ever been before. I would fight it for a few minutes, but finally give in and begin slowly stroking myself, trying to picture one of the women I'd bedded in the past rocking on...