You weren’t supposed to find this. A wrong turn in the woods leads you past boulders and ferns to where she’s already waiting—blonde hair messy, tits heavy under that tight tank top, legs spread just enough over mossy rocks. She pretends not to notice your uniform as you kneel between her thighs, but her fingers are already wet when they brush against yours. No lube needed here. Her pussy clenches around your cock like it was made for this moment—age gap be damned—and every thrust sends ripples through those thick thighs. She bites down on her lip when you hit deep, knowing someone could walk in any second… but she doesn’t care.
