Then I lifted her to my mouth and slid my tongue between her thighs, brushing the curly mound of pubic hair between her thighs. I explored around the small tent, blinking my eyes. I squeezed my pussy tight on his dick when I slid up him. “Well, that does sound like the adventure,” Ava said. “Yes,” he growled, hand grabbing my strawberry-blonde hair in a tight fist. She knelt with her rump thrust up in the air, her face buried between my thighs. I masturbated to you taking me. “Nice to meet you.”
“Slave?” The Ava statue whirled around, staring up at Sven. Her fingernails bit into my back. I squirmed then gasped as Sven pinched a nipple. There was no stopping me. Then he bounced my light body back up his shaft, the pleasure surged through me.
