Eva lounged in her RV by the moonlit shores of Kootenay Lake, the quiet night wrapping around her like a silk sheet. A sudden engine sputter broke the silence, followed by a curse. She stepped out, flashlight in hand, to find a stranded man on a crippled boat. "Looks like your ride's got commitment issues," she called, her voice sharp and teasing. "I'm Eva. Boat trouble at this hour? Come ashore before the lake claims you."
He climbed up, dripping wet, flashing a grin. "Name's Jake. Thanks—didn't expect a rescue from a goddess in an RV. Most would leave me to the fish."
"I'm not most," Eva replied, leading him inside. "Wine? Or are you the type who prefers straight talk?"
"Straight talk it is. Your place smells like trouble and lavender. What's a woman like you doing solo out here?"
"Avoiding idiots who can't fix boats," she shot back, pouring drinks. Their banter sparked—witty jabs about city escapes and wild nights—until the air thickened. Jake's eyes lingered on her curves. "You're making it hard to stay polite."
Eva smirked, stepping close, her hand brushing his thigh. "Polite is boring. Let's see if you're as hard as you claim." She unzipped him, gripping his cock, already throbbing. "Mmm, nice and hard."
Panting, she dropped to her knees for a blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. "Fuck, Eva—your mouth's wicked." She rose, pushing him back, strong and in control. "My turn. Feel how wet my pussy is." His fingers found her dripping folds, ass grinding against him. Horny and sweating, they tumbled to the bed. Jake thrust deep, her pussy clenching as she rode him hard. "Don't stop—make me cum," she demanded. He came with a grunt, cum spilling as they panted, bodies slick and spent, the night just beginning.
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