She sat cross legged in front of the fire, staring into the dancing flames with a morose expression on her pretty face.
This wasn’t fair; it wouldn’t go away.
She squirmed, hoping to relieve the pressure. No, it was still there.
Laying back in the dirt, she slide her hand over the smoothness of her belly, fingers strolling down further and only stopping when her slender digits played over wet lips. A finger dipped between the pouting flesh, finding that throbbing nub and rubbing.
Soon she was writhing in the dirt, husky moans lifting to the night air. Screams soon followed as her muscles contracted hard, making her jerk against the earth as she came violently.