Wanderlust Part 1

Victoria Bailey steps off the trail into a clearing, her boyfriend a few yards behind. Sunlight breaks across her shoulders, warm on her bare legs. Jack Rippher is already there, chopping wood. Sweat moves down his chest. Victoria stops. She watches his hands. The axe falls. She steps closer. Her boyfriend watches her phone feed from the tent, silent. She drops to her knees in the dirt, the air smelling of pine and sap. Jack unzips. Her lips close around him. She holds his balls in her palm, tongue tracing slow circles before she takes each one into her mouth, sucking gently, letting the weight settle on her tongue. Spit shines on his skin. She returns to his cock, takes him deeper, cheeks hollowing. Her boyfriend’s face tightens on the screen. She keeps going, throat working, lips stretched wide. Jack’s breath catches. He comes in her mouth, thick and sudden. She swallows every drop, wipes her lower lip with the back of her hand. Then she stands, walks back toward the tent without looking back.