Jenna:
Once I was far enough from the house, a car pulled up.
It was a different one, but I wasn’t surprised.
Theodore always seemed to have a different car.
I slipped into the back seat.
The entire journey made me anxious, so Theodore kept texting me the whole way.
Eventually, the car dropped me off at the woods.
I followed the familiar path until I reached the river.
Before I could even call his name, a pair of arms wrapped around me from the back.
He ran his hands over my body.
"I missed you too," I whispered to Theodore.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his hands moved to my coat, slowly slipping it off my shoulders.
I noticed the camera was pointed towards the river this time, and I immediately understood what he had planned.
He undressed me without saying a word.
Then he turned me around.
Completely naked, I barely had time to look at the mask covering his face before he crushed his lips against mine.
Still kissing me, he guided me backwards until we were standing in the river.
The moment he broke the kiss, he turned me around again before I could even look into his eyes through the mask.
He took off my mask and threw it at a distance.
I grabbed hold of the riverbank to keep my balance as he positioned me from behind, gently spreading my arms wide.
The next thing I knew, I felt pressure between my legs.
He pulled me closer against him.
His hands slid forward, cupping my breasts.
Then he helped me straighten up in the water while keeping me close against him.
His hands continued to massage my breasts as I stared straight at the camera because I didn’t know where else to look.
It happened just as it had the last time.
The last time, he had made me spill into the river. This time was no different.
When he was finished, he gently pushed me forward, almost making me fall onto the muddy edge where the riverbank met the water.
I landed face down at the water’s edge.
He rested one hand on my back while the other slipped beneath the water, gently stroking around my pussy.
It almost felt as though he were cleaning me, yet at the same time, he was fingering me, letting every drop of my juices wash into the river.
I let him.
Somewhere along the way, sex had become so important to me. I never realised when it had happened.
Every time he was inside me, I never wanted him to stop.
Once he was finished, he turned me onto my back.
I smiled, thinking I would finally get to talk to him.
Instead, I realised he was still hard. Fingering me had made his cock rock hard again.


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