I turned around slowly, legs still shaky from the orgasm that had just torn through me. My jeans and panties were tangled around my knees, p***y throbbing and dripping, pine needles clinging to my sweater where it had ridden up. He stood there stroking his c**k, thick and glistening with my c*m, eyes locked on me like he was starving.
“On your back,” he said, voice rough and commanding. He nodded toward the stack of Fraser firs behind me. “Right there on the trees. I want to watch you take it.”
I didn’t hesitate. I kicked off my boots and shoved my jeans the rest of the way down, stepping out of them completely. Naked from the waist down, I climbed onto the pile of loose branches, the soft needles scratching against my bare ass and back as I lay down. The cold air kissed my soaked p***y,
