Favorite Sin 71

I moaned.

Loud. Filthy. Like I didn’t care if the entire forest heard me.

Because it felt that good.

My back arched off the tree. My thighs squeezed around his waist. And my cunt clenched again–hard–like my body was trying to take matters into its own hands and pull the orgasm out of me whether he allowed it

or not.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “You’re going to come from this, aren’t you? Just from my hands on your tits.”