Shipwrecked on Futa Island Ch. 08

Ahead, it bent to the right. It was a narrow trail, the foliage around it dense. Great big trees rose in the air, keeping the sun off us. It was warm, about the mid-eighties. Not too hot. Comfortable. The perfect temperature to walk around naked.

We rounded the bend and...

I froze. There were two naked futas walking ahead of us. The one in the lead was a big and busty woman who was about my age with black hair that fell in a tousled mess around her head. The other was younger, in her early twenties, with a toned and fit body and...

"Samantha?" I asked, remembering that girl who was working so hard on the climbing machine in the cruise ship's gym.

"Danielle!" she gasped in shock. "You survived!"

I couldn't believe it. Tears sprang in my eyes as we rushed down the trail to reach each other. She threw her arms around my neck. Her round breasts pressed into my big tits as we hugged. And her hard futa-dick throbbed against my belly.

"Wait," I gasped. "Sam, how do you have that futa-cock?"

To be continued...