Nia finally pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. The fear she had arrived with was gone, replaced entirely by a singular, driving need.
"Now," she murmured, her voice hoarse from his rough treatment, "it's my turn." She rose to her feet, her hands already reaching for her own loincloth, her cunt visibly swollen and slick beneath the fabric.
"I—I need your cock in me," she gasped, fingers working her clit frantically. "Please, Sol—I'll die if you don't fuck me raw again!" Her thighs trembled, fresh slickness dripping onto the trampled grass.
Sol grinned, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he watched her strip, his cock already twitching back to life at the sight of her naked, desperate, and utterly beholden body. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teased stepping back to sit against the base of a massive tree. "Show me how wet you are first."
