rub my cock to try and relieve some of the pressure. The memories of her shaking around me. The way she tasted. Fuck. I let out a grunt and shove my hand under my boxers. It’s not just her memory that gets me going, it’s the thought of the future. What if she was into my kinks? Her running, scared and turned on, in the woods while I chase her. Her screaming for me as I bite and scratch her.
