Thunder crackled outside, rain hammering against the hollow tree like a wild drumbeat, but inside nothing else existed.
The damp chill couldn't touch them. Their bodies were already burning.
Luke knelt behind Ginna's plump rear, his cock rock-hard and throbbing, the thick vein along its underside pulsing with raw need.
He wrapped his fist around the heavy shaft and rubbed the swollen, leaking head up and down her soaked slit.
"Nn..." She whimpered in reacting, a little nervous but undeniably excited for what was to come.
Her outer labia parted easily, slick and glistening, revealing the softer, darker inner folds that quivered under every slow stroke.
He pressed the fat crown against her entrance, coating himself in her creamy wetness, teasing the tight ring of muscle that hadn't been touched like this in years.
Ginna's breath hitched. She stared ahead, eyes wide with anticipation and desperate hunger. Her heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst free.
