The voices sliced through the haze of pleasure like a cold knife, pulling me back from the edge just enough to register the danger. Matthew's thrusts slowed but didn't stop, his c**k still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the rhythm we'd built. I clenched around him instinctively, a mix of fear and arousal twisting in my gut.
The footsteps crunched closer, definitely people from the party, laughing and stumbling through the rows, their words slurred with alcohol and excitement.
'This way! I swear I saw them head into the field,' one voice called, a guy's, familiar but distorted by the distance and the night.
Matthew's mouth was still on my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. He lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine in the dim moonlight filtering through the corn.
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