Meggan's Sexy Stories - Part 4

Filthy campers get worked up quick, grinding dirtier with every touch. She yanks his pants down like she’s starving and his cock springs free, already leaking. She drops to her knees right there in the pine needles and swallows him down without a word, gagging noisy, spit dripping off her chin onto the dirt. He grabs her hair, fucks her throat nice and deep until she’s choking pretty on every thrust. When he finally pulls out, strings of spit connect her lips to the head of his cock. They don’t bother stripping all the way. She shoves her shorts down just enough, bends over an old log slick with moss, and he lines up, drives in like he’s been waiting hours. The camp’s quiet except for skin slapping skin, her low moans and his rough grunts as he fucks her hard enough to shake twigs loose. Wet slaps echo every time his hips slam her ass, balls smacking heavy against her clit. Her tits bounce inside her half-undone tank top. She claws at bark, nails snapping dirt as he bottoms out again and again, deeper, filthy and relentless till she comes shaking and soaking his cock, squeezing him so tight he has no choice but to unload right inside her, hot and messy, dripping down her thighs onto the forest floor like they don’t give a damn who hears.