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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

[ The response he gives her only intrigues her and encourages her to go further. It's quite interesting to watch him as he struggles to hold on, to see what the slightest touch or look or kiss can do to him. Is he as interested in her responses? She can't help but wonder. But at the moment he's taking all of her vision, his fingers curling into the blanket, his chest heaving and breath hitching and eyes watching her, gazing back at her so intently...

She licks her lips as she cups him one more, giving him a rub through the thin fabric of his shorts before she's leaning down to lightly drag her tongue over his bulge, eyes never leaving him, wanting to see what he does. ]

[handelaar]

[Even with the rub he doesn't buck, but his eyes snap shut and his fingers clench into the blankets to feel the grass beneath, wraps it all up tight and neat in the palm of his hand until the desire to passes. When he opens his eyes it's to see her lowered and then to feel her warm and hovering and touching over, across him, gaze hot, curious, heavy and weighing on him - pinning him for a moment - at the same moment the sweep of her tongue hits him and all of his desire comes out as a half-groaned breath rather than a push toward her mouth.

It's messy and careful all at once, the way he moves up to meet her. Careful not to move his hips for her sake, sloppy and scrambling and searching in the way he impatiently props his upper body up and lets his mouth hang open, shallowly breathing without giving it a thought.]