The campfire crackled against the velvet night, casting golden shadows over Ann and Greg's secluded clearing. Ann stretched her long legs, her eyes gleaming with sharp mischief as she caught Greg staring. "Enjoying the view, or just plotting how to survive my company out here?" she teased, her voice low and laced with challenge.
Greg chuckled, poking the fire. "With you, survival means keeping my wits sharp. You're like this flame—hot, unpredictable, and likely to burn me if I get too close."
"Smart man," Ann replied, leaning closer, her breath warm on his neck. "But close is exactly where I want you. This trip's been building tension thicker than smoke. Feel that?" She guided his hand to her thigh, her skin already warm and inviting. Greg's pulse quickened as she straddled his lap, her strong hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm not here to play coy, Greg. I'm horny, and I decide how this plays out."
Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing like the flames. Ann pulled back, panting slightly, her cheeks flushed. "Let's lose these layers. I want to feel your hard cock against me." She stripped off her top, revealing her full breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. Greg's cock strained against his jeans as she freed it, stroking the length with a wicked grin. "Mmm, already so hard for me. Bet you didn't think I'd take charge like this."
Ann pressed her tits together around his throbbing cock, sliding up and down in a slick tit fuck, the heat from the fire making them both sweat. "Fuck, that feels good," Greg groaned, his hands on her ass. "Your pussy's probably dripping wet just from this."
"Keep talking and find out," she shot back, her movements rhythmic and commanding. She leaned down, taking the head of his cock into her mouth for a teasing blowjob between strokes. Greg's breathing grew ragged, hips bucking as sweat beaded on his skin. "Ann, I'm close—"
With a final squeeze of her breasts, he came hard, his cum spilling into her mouth. She swallowed with a satisfied smirk, licking her lips as they both panted in the firelight. "Told you I'd lead this dance."
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