The camping trip p3

I woke up the next morning dazed. I got up and got ready. I put on a little black top and a yellow tartan miniskirt that barely covered my ass. Underneath layed a black lace thong just pleading to be ripped off by Luke. I got up and went about my day. Cleaning up some pots and pans, making the beds in our tent and building up our fire.

I’d just collected enough kindle for our fire when all of a sudden it started pouring down. As if the sky opened at poured buckets full of water. I shoved the sticks under my hoodie and ran back to my tent.

I got inside and put them down. Luke looked at me.

“Been swimming?” He asked laughing

“oh haha” I said smiling laying down next to him. He grabbed my hips pulling me over on top of him. I straddled him and rested my ass on his throbbing dick. I wiggled around a bit to tease him even more. “Fuck me Kyl’s you sure now how to make a guy restless” he said smirking

I looked down at him and bit my lip, proud of myself for being good at seducing him. His hands traveled down to my ass, pulling up the skirt and grabbing my ass cheeks and playing with them as if they were dough. I leaned in and kissed him, dragging my pussy up his dick. I could feel him getting restless, when all of a sudden his hands ripped off my thong and the cold air hit it. I moaned as it did. I leaned forwards and pulled down his grey joggers revealing his 9 inch dick waiting to fuck.