Caught Masturbating In The Woods

Emma Hix cut through the trees when a wet sound stopped her. Curiosity pulled her closer. Abella Danger lay in the dirt, naked, two fingers buried deep, lost in her own heat. Emma’s cunt clenched at the sight. She dropped her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself through denim while she watched. Abella froze, eyes narrowing. “Who’s there?” she barked. Emma froze mid-stroke, nowhere to hide. She stammered something about a hike; Abella wasn’t buying it. In one hard tug she dragged Emma down beside her. “You liked the show,” Abella growled. She shoved Emma’s jacket off, then her shirt, teeth closing around a stiff nipple. Emma gasped, hips jerking forward. Their mouths crushed together—hot, greedy—while Abella tore open Emma’s shorts and shoved them down. Skin slapped skin. They rolled, legs tangled, fingers slicking through each other until the clearing echoed with slick, filthy sounds. Juice coated Abella’s knuckles, coated Emma’s tongue when she dove between parted thighs. Cunts ground together, wet and greedy, until both women shook apart, trembling, panting. Later, lips swollen, they stood up on shaky legs. Neither planned on walking alone again.