* A New Collection The late afternoon sun bled gold across the African savanna, turning the tall grass into a sea of fire. I gripped the edge of the open-top jeep, my thighs sticky with sweat under my thin khaki skirt. We’d been bouncing along these dirt tracks for hours now, and we'd already see lions lazing in the shade, a massive bull elephant flapping his ears and isolated, zebras scattering at our approach. Every jolt of the jeep had pressed the hard seat right against my clit, and I was soaked 'n dripping. Max sat beside me, his strong arm brushing mine, shirt unbuttoned enough to show the sweat glistening on his chest. His jaw was tight, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, but I knew that look. The same one he got when he wanted to ruin me. Our guide, Joseph, slowed the jeep at a scenic viewpoint overlooking a wide plain dotted with acacia trees. “Five minutes,” he said, wiping his brow. “I need to radio the other vehicle. Stay in the jeep, eh? Animals are active at this
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