Morning light filtered into the cabin once more, but the energy between Sophia and Charly had shifted into something even darker and more addictive. Sophia’s body bore the beautiful bruises of their passion—hickeys on her full boobs, faint rope marks on her wrists, and a constant slickness between her thighs. Her pussy felt used and satisfied, yet it ached for more. She woke to find Charly watching her with intense, loving eyes.

“Today we go deeper into the woods, princess,” he said, kissing her softly at first, then claiming her mouth with hungry dominance. “I want to fuck you where anyone could theoretically see. I want you dripping with my piss and cum under the open sky.”