I gave a worried glance around, noticing a bottle of lube on the ground near her feet. Well, at least she prepared. I thought. I looked down at her....She had a sly, but slightly questioning look in her eyes, as if silently asking my permission. I nodded. My eyes shot wide open as I felt her small finger pentrate my asshole. That was a first for me. It, almost felt nice though. The lube felt like it was warming me up and relaxing me. That may also have been her still sucking my cock, I. Paul kept his gaze glued to mine, his expression mostly blank. I studied the hazel-green sheen of his eyes and suddenly, I thought I saw something change. Paul didn’t seem angry or surprised anymore. He seemed a little nervous, to be sure, but for the most part, he was as cool as ever. He stood up, the mass of blankets he had been holding before forgotten on the surface of the bed. I couldn’t help myself, I was far enough already. I looked down.Paul’s erection was still there, more poignantly. It was all quite erotic, and I was so turned on! Here I was naked in the forest, my legs spread to the sunset, with a scented zephyr zinging me in my crotch. I was the Indian Princess, sacrificing her virginity (okay, I wasn't a virgin, but I was in the zone, ya know?) for the good of the tribe - or whatever the fuck the legend was. I was primed for the Great Spirit to enter me and knock me up with the next Geronimo.Then the light changed and the wind died down and the moment was over. I. Lurching forward, Charlotte killed the video feed and slammed the laptop shut. Bllinked away the blur in her eyes and looked up, heart pounding.“Holy shit, what a rush!” Laughing and out of breath, Sersha swung into the room. Kicked the door shut behind her, blue eyes bright in the overhead light. The collar of her grey cape-style coat swept the boxy line of her jaw. “I barely made it out of there before the cops came!”Relief poured through Charlotte’s body like a balm. She exhaled, the.