The moment the door flap of the hut fell shut behind us, the air inside grew thick with the scent of arousal—sweat, musk, and the unmistakable tang of desire.
The firelight cast long, shifting shadows across the walls, illuminating our naked bodies in a golden glow. Ruth didn't waste a second. She moved toward me with a hunger that bordered on madness, her fingers wrapping around my cock before I could even react.
"Dexter..." Her voice was a breathless, needy whimper, her eyes burning with jealousy and raw, primal need. "I also want your seed..." Her grip tightened around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the slick pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Just like Aunt Wendy."
Sara and Ada gasped, their eyes widening as they watched Ruth stroke me, her fingers working my cock with desperate urgency.
Sara's gaze locked onto my throbbing length, her breath hitching as she watched Ruth's fingers slide up and down, her own pussy growing wetter with every passing second.
