Busty German Milf Enjoys A Big Dick In Her Ass

Even just the thought of her brought him comfort, so he called to her again with dry lips:

“Melina…”

He felt cool fingers running through his hair again, and it was as if this time they were caressing his very brain, or perhaps more likely his mind. He recalled the aerial battle that for him had just ended in a nameless wadi in North Africa. At least he would have a nice death. He slowed the engine to listen more closely, but heard nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing, not even an ordinary bush to rest his head against, he found, so he nestled down in the warm sand trying to fall asleep. They were called Fata Morgana, but, as far as he knew, they referred to images, not voices.