The rain had cleared by the following morning, leaving the forest fresh and alive with the scent of wet earth and pine. Sophia woke alone in the large bed, her body a canvas of their escalating depravity. Her full boobs were covered in fading hickeys and bite marks, her nipples still sensitive and slightly swollen. Her pussy felt thoroughly used—puffy, tender, and constantly leaking remnants of Charly’s cum. The memory of being pissed on and fucked in the rain the day before made her clit throb with fresh, dark hunger. She stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in her ass and cunt, and smiled. She had never felt more alive or more completely owned.

Charly entered the room carrying a tray with coffee and fruit. He was naked, his thick dick already semi-hard between his legs. He set the tray down and climbed onto the bed, kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced in a slow, romantic kiss that quickly turned hungry. “You look so beautiful marked up like this,” he murmured against her lips. “My perfect college slut.”