Under the flickering glow of the campfire, Ann leaned back on the log, her eyes locked on Greg with a mischievous spark. "You've been undressing me with those eyes since we pitched the tent, Greg. Admit it—my ass in these jeans has you all hot and bothered." Greg chuckled, poking the fire. "And your sharp tongue isn't helping, Ann. But yeah, I'm horny as hell watching you. What's a guy to do out here with no distractions?" She stood, sauntering over and straddling his lap without invitation, her strong hands gripping his shoulders. "Do? You get to watch me take what I want. Feel how wet I already am?" She ground against him, her pussy dripping through her clothes. Greg groaned, his cock hardening instantly. "Damn, Ann, you're not playing fair. That blowjob you teased about earlier—still on the menu?" "Maybe after I have some fun with this hard cock of yours," she replied wittily, sliding down to free him. Her breasts enveloped his throbbing length in a tit fuck that left him panting and sweating. "Fuck, Ann, your tits are magic—don't stop." She smirked, strong and in control. "Beg nicer, or I'll leave you dripping and desperate." As the rhythm built, her mouth joined in, sucking the tip until Greg came hard, his cum filling her mouth in an explosive finish that left them both breathless by the dying flames.
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