pov: you’re out on the quiet cruising trails when you spot me hiking ahead, wearing nothing but sheer see-through briefs that leave zero to the imagination.
the sun hits the fabric just right and you can see everything.
i catch you staring, slow my pace, and throw you that hungry look over my shoulder.
i walk up to you but don’t say a thing… just grab your hand and pull you off the path
deep under the shade of a massive old tree, leaves rustling, birds in the distance...
i’m on my knees, then you bend me over, then i'm riding you like i’ve been waiting for this all day.
you fuck my brains out right there in the open woods while I moan loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.