Thalita pulled into the dimly lit clearing, her pulse racing as she spotted Camila's car already parked under the trees. She had lied to her husband about a late meeting, anything to avoid the inevitable fight, but the moment Camila's smirk greeted her through the window, the tension crackled like electricity. "You always did have a thing for dangerous spots," Thalita said, sliding into the passenger seat with a defiant tilt of her chin. Camila leaned closer, her voice low and teasing. "And you always had a thing for me, even when you swore it was over. Remember how wet you got just from my fingers tracing your thigh?"
Camila's hand brushed Thalita's knee, lingering as she reminisced about their past rendezvous—hot nights tangled in sheets, bodies slick with sweat. "You were so horny back then, dripping for me," Camila taunted, her fingers inching higher. Thalita laughed sharply, pushing back without yielding. "Please, you were the one panting after my ass like it was your last meal. Don't act like you're in control now." The touch grew bolder, Camila's palm cupping Thalita's ass through her jeans, making her shift with building heat.
"Admit it," Camila whispered, eyes gleaming smugly as Thalita's breath hitched, "your pussy's already wet just thinking about our old games." Thalita's strong gaze locked on hers, but the taunt hit home; she grabbed Camila's wrist, pulling her into a fierce kiss that ignited everything. "Fine, you win this round—but only because I want that hard cock of yours again." Camila grinned dangerously, reaching into the glovebox for the strap-on she'd packed, strapping it on with practiced ease.
Thalita shoved Camila back against the seat, straddling her lap as they stripped each other with urgent hands. "Suck it first," Camila demanded with a wink, guiding the cock to Thalita's lips for a quick, sloppy blowjob that left them both panting. Thalita pulled away, smirking, "Your turn to work for it," before grinding her dripping pussy against the hard length. Camila thrust up, burying the cock deep inside her, their bodies slamming together in the confined space.
Sweating and moaning, Thalita rode her ex with fierce rhythm, ass slapping against Camila's thighs while dirty talk flew: "Fuck my pussy harder—make me come all over this cock." Camila obliged, fingers circling Thalita's clit until she came with a cry, cum slicking the toy as waves crashed through her. They collapsed in a heap of heavy breaths, the car windows fogged. But as Thalita straightened her clothes with a knowing smile, the night whispered of secrets yet to unfold.
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