She shifted forward to pull herself up and move somewhere dry.
I said sit. Right there.
Not wanting to disobey further, she slowly lowered her ass into the already cold, muddy puddle of pee. Mud squishing and forcing its way between her plump ass cheeks.
Lean back, spread your legs and rub your pussy for me.
She rolled her hips back, keeping her pussy away from the dirty ground and spread her legs wide. Gently, she ran the tip of her right index finger along her dripping slit, already leaking down her ass, her wetness mixing with the filth below. Trailing her finger through her folds, she reached her swollen clit, throbbing with need. She knew she had to go slow and gently or she would come, she was so turned on by his command.
He stepped forward, towering over her, casting his shadow across her body, enveloping her even in the absence of touch. Her stomach fluttered and cunt clenched simultaneously when the breeze shifted and she could smell his cologne. She let out an involuntary moan as she slid two fingers into her tight throbbing pussy.
Slower, he warned.
It took channeling all of her inner good girl-ness to force her hand to slow down even further. She felt like she was already fucking herself agonizingly slow.
Taking a long deep breath, she did as she was told, decreasing her speed. She could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and pulling her fingers, begging them to stretch them and fuck faster, harder. Her body was trembling, legs twitching, she was so close to coming, her eyes began to lose focus.
That’s enough, it’s time for breakfast.
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