"Shhh…you don't want anyone to hear us, do you?" 

Focaccia makes a negative noise while shaking her head no. She bites her lip almost hard enough to draw blood but not quite. Her breath is barely under control, her eyes closing when trying to chase her high. 

Thickets of a jungle expanse span across their surroundings, the trees and bushes not doing much to hide them from the rest of the party, while Focaccia perches on Prosciutto's cock, swimsuit swept aside to accommodate for his length. He slowly rubs at her clit, another hand lazily playing across her nipples.

It's not quite easy to tell whose ideas this was. Was it hers? Or her husband's? But she decides it doesn't really matter as her brain turns to mush with another thrust from behind.

She couldn't help but let out a small moan in a whisper, trying to keep herself extremely quiet, hoping the strange noises of the jungle drown out any suspicious activity they're up to.

In hindsight it was extremely dangerous to stray from the party and put their lives at risk just for a quick fuck… but from the sound of Prosciutto's labored breathing she couldn't find herself regretting it entirely. 

Prosciutto kisses her once deeply, his own swimsuit barely off his hips as he took out his cock in a hurry to sheath inside his wife, his flushed cheeks only spreading the red over his body and scowling brows only scowling deeper. That's one thing about their swimsuits. it's so easy to fuck in them. 

"Merda," he whispers when she bounces on him just a little in tandem with his thrusts. "Good girl," he praises her, earning him a soft gasp from her lips and a tight squeeze on his cock.

 "Daddy…" she whispers back. Only for them to hear some rustling leaves nearby. They both tense at once, panicking, thinking they're about to die from something gruesome while having sex for the very last time. But then Focaccia hears a party member's call.

"Focaccia! Are you there?"

They both tense one again for entirely different reasons. The thrill of being caught is much too great and they both huff in unison as Prosciutto thrusts harder. Soon enough, the party member is distracted and leaves the two of them alone once again.

Unable to take it any longer, Focaccia cums first, her juices running down Prosciutto's balls no doubt wetting the grass below them. The convulsions take Prosciutto by storm, as he grunts into her neck, biting and kissing while shooting ropes into her.

"So fucking good, took my cock so well," he coos while still sheathed inside her, caressing her body lovingly albeit with some fatigue from ejaculating.

“That lawsuit threat money better be worth this," she jokes.