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wanted to
explore.
    Tori stopped her downward travel once she reached the waistband of
Memphis’ jeans. She unbuttoned them and tugged down the zipper. She was about
to shove her hand down the front of his underwear when he placed a hand over
hers to stop her.
    He met her gaze. “If you do that, I won’t want to stop at just there,”
he said huskily.
    “Who said anything about stopping? We’re both adults.”
    Memphis claimed Tori’s mouth in a heated kiss as he released her hand.
She wasted no time in reaching down the front of his underwear and taking his
hard cock into her grip. She held him tightly and pumped up and down. He was
thick and long. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. It was going to feel so
good having him inside her. He was large enough to fill her all the way up and
give her a good ride.
    He half moaned and half growled into her mouth. Their kisses became
almost desperate as he thrust his hips in time with her strokes. A bead of
pre-cum leaked from the head of his shaft, which acted like a lubricant.
    It wasn’t very long before Memphis gently pulled her hand off his
cock. He kissed a path to her jaw line. “Now I get to see and feel you.”
    “Yes. I’ll even make it a bit easier for you.”
    Tori grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it off over her
head. She tossed it to the other side of the tent. Memphis rolled her to her
back and settled half on and half off her with a leg between her spread thighs.
She rode it as he bent his head and placed kisses across the tops of her
breasts. He shoved a hand under her and undid the hooks of her bra. He removed
it and sent it flying in the same direction her t-shirt had landed.
    She arched her back on a gasp as Memphis swirled his tongue around
one of her taut nipples, then took it into his mouth. He sucked as he worked on
undoing her jeans. An animalistic growl punched out of him once he accomplished
that. He pushed a hand inside her panties and brushed a finger along her slick
pussy.
    “God, you’re wet,” Memphis said as he switched to her other breast
and nuzzled her nipple.
    “And you’re hard. What are you going to do about it?”
    “I know exactly what to do.”
    Memphis inched her jeans down past her hips. Tori squirmed as she
helped him get them all the way off. Her panties followed suit. She looked at
him. He ran his gaze over naked body.
    “Beautiful,” he said in a voice that had dropped a couple octaves.
    Tori reached for the open waistband of his pants. “I think you’d look
really good without these. Off.”
    He rose onto his knees beside her, then removed his jeans and
underwear. She bit her bottom lip and sucked in a sharp breath. He was all
defined muscles. His cock stuck out straight from his body. It bobbed as she
stared at it. Pre-cum glistened at the very tip in the half light from the
fire.
    Memphis settled on top her and shifted lower until he had his
shoulders wedged between her spread thighs. Tori panted as she waited for his
next move. He bent his head and darted his tongue out to lick her pussy. She
moaned. He did it again, then set to work pleasuring her with his mouth.
    He licked and sucked, pushing her arousal to greater heights. He
made sure not to leave out her clit as he lapped at it, swirling his tongue
around it. A finger pushed inside her, stroking in and out. Once a second
joined it, she could no longer stay still. She rode the digits, squeezing her
inner muscles around them. Her moans filled the tent.
    “No more,” Tori panted.
    Memphis gave her one last lick, then rose between her legs. He
braced his upper body on his bent arms as the head of his cock brushed against
her wet pussy. Tori reached down and grabbed his ass. She pulled him closer in
the direction she wanted him to go.
    He surged forward and gave her an inch of his shaft. She lifted her
legs to either side of his hips as he slowly thrust in and out until she’d
taken his entire length. It felt so damn good. He stretched her in all