He got closer, and her wet, exposed folds felt his hot breath. She shook violently.
"Good shit right here... it smells like nature and sunlight morning mixed into one arousing smell."
He liked the wait because it made her want and fear him more. He made sure that when he finally took her, she would be a shaking, crying mess of overwhelming feelings.
Nerith's whole world was a storm of conflicting emotions. Behind the gag of leaves, her mouth worked feverishly, her tongue pressed against the wet leaves as she tried to form words that would never really come out.
'Mmmph! Hhhhmmm...! R-Rex!" The sound was a desperate, muffled trill, a protest, a plea.
His thumb worked a rhythmic, heavy pressure against her swollen clitoris, her hips bucking instinctively against the roots. The sensation was a violent jolt of electricity that traveled straight to her core, making her toes curl into the dirt.
"Stop...! No! Mppphhh...!"
