It is now about 6:30 in the morning and the Syrian sun rises over Damascus. I have been living here for a while now and have just met a woman her name is Anna. Neither of us is from this city. It seems rather fitting that we found kindred spirits within each other. As I rise from the bed, I notice Anna bringing me some breakfast, wearing a flower in her hair and that is about it. Therefore, we sat down and enjoyed our breakfast.
"Best you pack were going on a trip, to Africa," I said.
Going to Africa is something she had always wanted to do, as living in England had meant she never saw the sprawling plains of Africa and the animals at their most wild. I however grew up there and know the plains relatively well.
She was pleased and responded with a seductive grin and the words "When do we leave" ushered forth in a husky tone.
We got packing and I took our bags down to the car. She came down in a rather practical jeans and a t-shirt. We got in the car and I drove off. Work had lead to our paths crossing and now a holiday would bring them even closer. We get to the airport and get on the plane.
A few hours later, we decide to enter the bathroom for a quickie. She unzipped my pants and my cock fell out. She sucked it unbelievably well, lobbing my hard manhood into her mouth.