$name1 shares a two-person tent with a hiking stranger and spends the night getting loudly fucked in a sleeping bag.
Rain hammered the canvas. $name1, twenty-nine, soft belly and full thighs in thermal leggings, had misjudged the trail and accepted a share of the stranger’s two-person tent rather than risk the dark. His name was Cole. Broad. Quiet. Their sleeping bags touched.
Lightning flashed. She saw he was hard.
“Cold?” she whispered.
“Not exactly.”
She unzipped her bag, then his, and wrapped a soft hand around his thick cock. He groaned. She stroked him slow, then wriggled down and took him into her warm mouth in the cramped dark, soft tits pressed to his thighs, sucking wet and eager while rain roared. He pulled her up, shoved her leggings to her knees, and found her cunt soaked. Two fingers, then three. She rode his hand with soft moans she tried to keep quiet for other campers.
Then he rolled her beneath him and pushed in. The stretch made her gasp. He fucked her in long deep strokes that made the tent shake, her soft body yielding, tits bouncing under her fleece. She came hard, crying into his shoulder. He flipped her onto all fours on the sleeping pads and took her from behind, hands sinking into her soft hips, praising her thick arse and greedy cunt until he flooded her with a groan muffled by thunder.
They fucked twice more before dawn — once with her riding, soft belly against his, once with his face between her plump thighs until she soaked the pad. At first light she kissed him sticky-mouthed.
“Same trail next month,” she said. “Bring a bigger tent. I want room to be louder.”
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
