JESS'S POV
The campfire light cast shadows on everyone's faces, the air smelling of pine and smoke.
But all I could really smell was Kayla's cheap perfume clinging onto Blane like an infestation.
We were currently on a camping trip with our mutual friends.
My mom stated that it would be good to explore nature. Scoff...she would probably faint if she were to sleep in the woods.
It's also been two weeks since Blane painted my t**s with his hot c*m. Since then, he has been more hostile than before.
But tonight was going to be a game-changer.
I wore the shortest pair of cut-off denim skirt I owned, even though mosquitoes would have a field day with my legs.
I didn't care, I had my eyes on a prize.
And most importantly no panties, so I could feel my bare p***y lips rub together
