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She pressed her feet against his ears and wiggled her toes against his neck. “You like my new pant?”
    “You look fantastic. Very beautiful. Take them off.”
    She put her hands to her hips and started to slide the panties down her legs. Past her knees and down until they held her ankles together. The lace pressed against Tim’s face. “You like now?”
    He looked up at her through the leg holes of the panties. “Yes, I like. You’re very pretty. Bring it down here”
    Darti tutted in denial. “ Puki not pretty!”
    “How do you know? You don’t enjoy it the way I do. Bring it here where I can eat it.”
    She shrieked with laughter. “No, not for eating.” All the same, she stepped out of the panties and crouched over his head. She started to kiss him, his forehead, his cheeks, his ears. Her damp hair hung over him, enclosing them both in a dark, sultry tent. Then she reached his mouth and gave him long upside-down kisses.
    She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. “Mmmh, orang hutan ,” she said. “Not the same Indonesian man.” She moved further down so that her breasts hung above him. “You like, Timmee?” and she started to drag the dark points across his face. He snapped at one and caught it between his teeth. She always liked this game and pulled away. He held the nipple lightly and let her drag it out of his mouth. She moaned with pleasure. He snapped again, sucking half of her breast into his mouth and holding it gently with his teeth. She enjoyed the sharp edges dragging across her flesh and onto her nipple. She pulled free and dangled her other breast above him. He seized on it and filled his mouth again.
    When he had tormented her breasts for long enough, she moved her kisses down onto his stomach. She lay heavily on him, and his face pressed into her tummy. He could feel on his forehead the hardness of her mound with its sparse dusting of hair, and he could feel her breath on the end of his cock. He could do nothing but wrap his arms around her and enjoy her lithe weight pressing down on him.
    Her fingertips brushed against him, running up and down his length and stroking the hairy sack below. He felt himself swell even further. Darti was murmuring to herself in Indonesian and her stroking pulled at him to uncover his plum. Her warm breath enveloped him as she moved closer and closer. He lifted his hips, begging her to take him into her mouth.
    She touched him with the tip of her tongue, holding his shaft and dabbing at the rim of his plum, teasing his stretched nerves. Tim groaned and in response she pulled the skin of his erection back even harder. She stretched him to the edge of pain and gave him no relief. In his agonised mind Tim wrestled to delay the crisis she provoked so wantonly, holding back and at the same time begging for more. Darti’s teasing changed into long, succulent licks and she ran her tongue around and around him. She was pushing him past the limit.
    Tim’s hunger gathered in his roots until at the last second she relaxed her grip and laid him back onto his belly. “Mmmh! You are hungry man, Timmee. Not enough pom-pom in Singapore, no?”
    He slid back from the edge of orgasm and again felt the weight of her body lying on him, her breath warm on his balls. She felt smooth, firm and exciting. He gripped her hips and lifted her up. “Let me look at you…”
    Darti giggled as she allowed him to raise her onto her knees. She knelt on all fours above him and he looked up at her feminine riches, her small breasts hanging with their dark brown wrinkled points, her slight frame and narrow waist, childish hips and, shaded at the base of her belly, her sex with its dusting of black hair. He ran his hands up and down her flanks, stroking her and enjoying the silky feeling of her. He pulled on her hips, seeking to bring her sex within range of his tongue, but she resisted him. Her knees pressed on either side of his head, holding him still and keeping him a few