Almost Getting Caught While Fingering Her Out In The Woods [Caught in public]

The forest is dense, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, underlying musk of sweat. She’s perched on that fucking camping chair, legs spread wide, her shorts hiked up to reveal the slick, glistening folds of her cunt. Her breath hitches as I kneel between her thighs, my fingers dipping into her wetness, felt her body jerk as I push two fingers deep inside her pussy. She’s moaning, trying to keep it down, but the sound of her pleasure is raw and unfiltered. My hand moves faster, fingers curling to hit that spot inside her that makes her hips buck. She’s gripping the chair, knuckles white, eyes wide with a mix of lust and fear. The rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird are the only sounds breaking the silence, except for the wet, obscene noises of my fingers fucking her. Her legs tremble, and I can feel her cunt clenching around my fingers as she rides the edge of her orgasm. Suddenly, a twig snaps nearby, and we freeze. Someone’s out there, and the thrill of almost getting caught while fingering her in the woods sends a jolt of adrenaline through us both.

Her eyes are locked on mine, a silent plea for more. I can see the desperation in her gaze, the need to finish what we started. My hand moves faster, fingers pounding into her pussy with a relentless rhythm. She’s biting her lip, trying to suppress her moans, but the sound of her ragged breathing fills the air. The risk of getting caught heightens every sensation, making each thrust of my fingers more intense. Her body tenses, and I know she’s close. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, whispering filthy promises of what I’ll do to her once we’re safe. Her body shudders, and she comes hard, her cunt clamping down on my fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her. The forest seems to hold its breath, the only sound the pounding of her heart and the soft, wet sounds of my fingers still buried inside her.