The hike built heat—sweat beading as Rhys pointed out hidden spots, his arm grazing mine. At the falls' roar, Eleri bent to unpack, ass curving invitingly. 'This mist hides everything,' she said, fingers trailing my chest. Rhys shared swinging tales, his bulge evident. 'We swap partners mid-stride sometimes.' Eleri pressed against me, lips brushing my ear: 'Imagine fucking here, exposed.' My cock ached, pre-cum wetting my boxers. Back down, they teased a private 'gathering' that night, hands lingering on my hips, leaving me aching for release. |
