Sandy adjusted her sleek one-piece dress that clung to every curve, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned to Pravin. 'Driver boy, this early morning jungle trail is ours alone—no one for miles. Think your tall, dark muscles can handle a woman like me who's wilder than these woods?' Pravin grinned, his voice low and teasing. 'Madam Sandy, I've driven you through cities, but here in the deep jungle, I suspect you'll be the one steering. Or are you all talk?' She laughed sharply, stepping closer, her hand brushing his arm. 'Talk? I don't submit to anyone, handsome. I set the pace. But whisper something filthy in my ear—make it sharp, make me wet.' Their banter heated as they ventured deeper, her witty retorts matching his: 'You like control, Pravin? Then earn it. My ass sways for no weak man.' Panting from the hike, she stopped by an ancient tree, her body pressing against his. 'Feel that? My pussy's already dripping for your hard cock. On your knees—no, wait, I decide.' She pulled him close, her fingers tracing his growing hardness through his pants. 'Blowjob first? Or shall I ride that throbbing thing till we both come, sweating and panting like animals?' Pravin groaned, hands on her hips. 'You're no damsel, Sandy. Your horny fire matches mine.' The tension exploded as clothes shifted, her strong grip guiding him, leading to the raw, uncensored heat they both craved.
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