Dewy precum beaded at the tip. My cock was full-grown as noon approached. It grew hard, rising up to thrust like a spear before me. It throbbed and ached. I wanted to stroke it. I gripped my bow and concentrated on leading them through the woods, following the game trails.
My skin was alive. The breeze that stirred the trees' leaves caressed my hard nipples and swirled between my thighs. My pussy lips shivered as the wind blew across my wet folds. The soil beneath my bare feet felt like silk.
I needed to cum so badly.
But I was a huntress. I could resist.
"Can we stop for lunch?" Sophia asked as she leaned against the tree. "My poor feet are worn into leather."
She wore shoes. How could her feet be hurt?
"Yes," Angela nodded.
I looked around and spotted a delicious pine cone hanging from a tree. It was dry, full of seeds. I snagged and nibbled on it, concentrating on the spicy flavor of the cone instead of my throbbing cock.
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Knight-Errant Angela
