Eva stretched out on the RV's narrow bed, the Kootenay Lake night wrapping her in velvet silence broken only by lapping waves. Her solitude was perfect until an engine sputtered and died offshore. She grabbed a flashlight and stepped into the cool air. A man waved from a listing boat. "Engine's toast," he called. "Any chance of a tow or a phone?" Eva smirked, arms crossed. "Phone's dead out here too, sailor. But I've got a couch and zero patience for drowning idiots. Come aboard before you freeze your assets off." He rowed in, dripping and grinning. "Jack," he said, shaking her hand. "Eva," she replied, eyes raking him. "Try not to wreck my RV like you did that boat." Inside, witty sparks flew over whiskey. "You always rescue strangers, or am I special?" Jack teased. Eva leaned close, voice sharp. "Special? You're convenient. And that bulge in your jeans says you're already plotting more than small talk." Jack laughed, but his gaze darkened. "Bold. I like it." Tension crackled; Eva stood, pulling him up. "Then stop talking and get hard for me." She shoved him onto the bed, straddling his lap. Her hands freed his cock, already hard and throbbing. She stroked it firmly, pussy growing wet and dripping onto his thigh. "Horny enough yet?" she purred. Jack groaned, hands on her ass. Eva slid down, taking his cock into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he panted. "Fuck, Eva—" She released him, climbed up, and sank onto his length, her pussy clenching tight. They moved hard, sweating, her riding him with fierce control, ass slapping against his hips. "Deeper," she demanded. Jack thrust up, panting, until she came with a cry, then he followed, cum spilling hot inside her. The RV rocked with their explosive rhythm, lake winds howling outside.
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