Inhaling as she wakes, Cara grips the furry arm of the man that kept her warm through the night. Camping, he calls it. She'd always called it 'why', but with morning light filtering in through green canvas, she begins to see the appeal. His scent thick in the small space, his dick poking her just above her right buttock, Cara thinks she might like camping.
Turning, she sees he's awake and meets his gaze, his smile. When he bends, she meets his lips.
"Good morning," he says. Kissing her again, he reaches for her breast, and she moans approval as he cups it, pinching her nipple. He finally breaks the kiss with an irrepressible smile when she takes his dick in hand. He pulls her thin tank top down and latches onto her tit.
Cara moans, "Paul," and his eyes roll up to hers as he continues to suckle. "Come here." She trembles as his beard brushes her skin, already feeling so hot, she squeezes his eager hardness as it lines up with her inviting softness.
"You're so beautiful," he says, and she laughs, doubting it after a day and night in the woods. "Did you sleep well?"
"So well," she says, rubbing his dick.