Deepwood Weald Diddly dee

He was met with no resistance from Chip, who allowed him to mount her with no quarrel. A single, hushed, "Please," was all she offered before he took her there in the quiet forest. Her own hips rocked against his movements in tandem, and her breath began to quicken. This one was good, really good, and she fully intended to bone him again if she had the chance. The other one she was happy to let go and never see again, even if doing the deed with him had been a little bit rougher.

Perhaps she could convince this one to see her on a regular basis and they could both benefit from some casual boning. Not that she was about to stop seeking it out elsewhere, of course. "Mmmmm," she moaned, the weight of him on top of her all the more appealing now that things were getting hotter and heavier.