The adult singles camp deep in the woods buzzed with laughter and flirtation, but the dreaded outhouses stayed empty. I spotted Sandra by the lake—curvy brunette in her forties, tight yoga pants hugging her massive shapely ass, baggy tee doing nothing to hide her allure. We hit it off instantly over witty banter about escaping city life. 'You seem like the type who knows how to handle a little wilderness chaos,' she quipped, eyes sparkling. As the day wore on, her discomfort grew. She shifted, grabbing her crotch discreetly, squatting now and then with a frustrated sigh. Other women urged, 'Just use the outhouse, Sandra—it's not that bad!' She shot back sharply, 'I'd rather dance in agony than risk that horror show, thanks.' By the bonfire, she sat cross-legged, sweating and panting, visibly horny from the desperate tension. 'I can't take it anymore,' she told the big-hipped blonde Kathy. 'I'm about to have an accident.' Grabbing toilet paper, she sprinted into the woods. I followed covertly. Her huge ass waddled, one hand buried in her crotch. 'Hold it in, hold it in,' she muttered. Pants down to reveal white cotton panties, then panties too, her cellulite ass shining as she whimpered. Around the bend, there she was—squatting, pants at ankles, pee pouring furiously from her thick bald pussy lips into a foamy puddle, the sound echoing loudly. She sighed in relief, gripping the paper. Hearing me, she turned with a strong, unyielding gaze. 'Enjoying the view, stranger? I couldn't hold it, but don't think I'll beg for privacy. If you're staying, make it worth my while.' I approached, massaging her massive ass. She gyrated approvingly. 'That's it—strong hands for a strong woman.' Pee subsiding, she said, 'I have to wipe, but you can take care of it... and more.' I caressed her wet, dripping pussy lips; she moaned. Ripping off my clothes, my hard cock sprang free. 'Slide that in now,' she commanded. I thrust deep into her pussy, hands on her ample hips, ass cheeks clapping against me. We were both sweating, panting, horny as hell. She came first with a witty cry, 'Not bad for a camp rogue—now fill me!' I came hard, cum mixing with the puddle. 'My turn to pee,' I said. She insisted, gripping my cock firmly. 'I'll handle this—watch and learn.'
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