A rainy afternoon

Rain crashed our plans today. Had to ditch the outdoor fantasy romp we mapped out yesterday, leaving the two of us stuck in the cabin like horny castaways. The first morning of the trip and we’re cooped up while we should be screwing under the trees. Still, when my partner peeled off her rain-drenched shirt and climbed into my lap, pity melted faster than mist on hot skin. By noon her thighs had me trapped, slick heat clenching around my shaft every time she rocked her hips. Her nipples grazed my chest, hard and pink, while she rode me slow and greedy. Thunder cracked outside and she just grinned, tightening on purpose like she wanted the storm to hear her coming. We dragged blankets off the couch and fucked until the rug got a fresh, sticky stain, my fingers buried in her ass while she milked every pulse out of me. Rain kept falling, but inside we were loud, wet, and utterly unbothered.