#zoinks!!

riding his thigh and you're holding onto his shoulders and he's humping the leg that's slotted between his and holy fucking shit i just-

"c'mon, c'mon princess give it to me. can feel ya makin a wet patch on my pants- c'mon. make papa price proud and i'll use your thighs as earmuffs- hhngh ugh, c'mon!"

THAT'S what sends you over the edge- not the way the fabric catches on your clit- it's his dirty talk.

donning the same yellow shirt, with the pine tree logo attached. even had the honor of keeping his sash elsewhere, for the first day of course. he would put it back on later. now there was important matters to attend to. his march finally stops as he gets to the flag pole. 

Dawn gave way to the sunrise blanketing the campgrounds with a soft orange light. it was time for a new beginning, a new plan, the best operation yet, unfolding. soon it would be time to strike, but not yet. it has only just begun