Galathiir<em>feels</em>his lissome bedmate as she passes by and watches appreciatively as she begins her display. He saunters to join her on her perch, the sun breaking through glistening in his hair, on his head, his chest, elsewhere, hinting at more than just its golden color. He holds himself over her, kissing her as the hair on his chest tickles her breast, that of his manhood tickling the back of her hand.<br/><br/>He then lies next to her, rolling them both so that he is somewhat behind her, allowing her body to come back into view of the camp. She can easily feel the golden brush between his legs against her behind. Kissing her again, his cock seems to move on its own, trying to find its way from the swell of her ass to its cleft. He slides his hand down her body to join hers playing at her sex before breaking the kiss and offering the same inviting look to the rest of their companions.<br/>