I knew I was in for trouble when you pulled us off the hiking trail š² but my worry about being seen soon become begging for you to finish what you started. You like when I can't be quiet š¤
My fingers twitch against the tree, resisting the urge to pull you back up, just so I can kiss that cocky grin off your face. I hate you. You slide a finger under my panties, and my wetness gives me away, you moan too, bringing the slick finger to your mouth, you don't rush, you're way too smug for that, and.