Yeah, you can start over you can run free
You can find other fish in the sea
You can pretend it's meant to be
But you can't stay away from me
I can still hear you making that sound
Taking me down rolling on the ground
You can pretend that it was me
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A soft wind blew across the blue and green tent, which gently shifted to the side before returning to its original position. A rustling noise passed through the water as it streamed over the rocks. Diurnal animals rustled through the grassland in search of food, while insects chirped in their sweet melody as the sunset drew in. The sky's dark Wedgwood and medium salmon hues were hidden behind the polyester fabric, allowing only a tinted view of the outside world. India's hiking pants and underwear pooled around her ankles and salmon-tanned shoes. Her outdoor hiking shell jacket and plaid button-down shirt were open, allowing her bare breasts to spill out.
His slow, steady breath brushed over the blonde hair of her neck, concentrating on the movement of his hands. India's eyes gently rolled as her head fell back onto his shoulder. Small gasps came through her lips as spurts of tingling sensations buzzed through her. His pace was slow, but it hit deep inside her, making slight twitches come from her body. "Bill-wait" She placed her hand tightly over his moving wrist, trying to move his hand from between her legs. It was becoming unbearable, his thick fingers pumping in and out of her making lewd noises throughout the silent tent.
India's inner thighs glistened as Bill curled his two fingers and roughly thrust them inside her. He lifted her right arm and placed it around the back of his neck, giving him leeway to attach his mouth to her boob. His tongue swiped over her hard nipple, leaving strings of saliva behind.
Her heart was pounding like a band of drums, the intensity between them made her feel dizzy. It wasn't the physical part that got her but the mental. The feeling he gave her was a euphoric high that no drug could give her.
Bill's fingers slipped from inside her and went back to her clit, rubbing in a circular motion causing her to gasp. Her legs kicked, her back arched, and her stomach twisted as a white substance slipped from between her lips. Bill pulled India's arm from behind his neck and began to cradle her quivering body as her high came down. "You did all that talking about me being a virgin. Look at you." Bill spoke while concealing his smile behind her clothed shoulder.
She replied with a smile before grabbing his hands away from her waist. "All that energy you use to talk, you could be-" Before placing her on the tent floor, Bill pulled her body from between his legs. "No more dirty talk for you." With a giggle, India's lips were captured by his.
Authors note 📝 : It's been a while since I wrote smut, isn't the best, but will be better in the future. (This is updated)
