She was losing control.
Her hands slipped from the tree. Her body fell — forward, onto the ground, the moss and leaves and dirt pressing against her bare tits, her face in the leaves. He went with her — his body covering hers, his cock never leaving her cunt.
He fucked her on the ground.
The prone position — his full weight on her back, his hips against her thick ass, his cock buried to the root. He ground against her, the slow, circular, deep motion of a man who was savoring the final stretch.
She was crying.
The tears fell on the leaves. The fear — someone would see, someone would hear, someone would walk to the edge of the camp and find a woman being fucked into the dirt — mixed with the pleasure and the pain and the devotion until she couldn't tell them apart.
He pulled out of her cunt.
