When she crawls into my lap, I don’t stop her, not even when she starts to grind against me again, making me feel like I’m going to lose my goddamn mind if I don’t get inside her soon.

“Please,” she begs when I slide a hand into her bikini bottoms and cup her round ass. “I want to taste you again, Matt.” She gives my bottom lip a soft suck. “Please fuck my mouth.”

I groan and pick her up, carrying her to my tent. “Only if I get to taste your pussy, too.”

She squeals and wraps her arms and legs tighter around me. When we’re inside the tent,...