A branch slips

While mentally plotting her next course, Pyrrha didn't notice the branches she was holding aside were slipping from her grip. One slipped free of her hands, and slid between her legs, all smooth leaves against her throbbing labia.

A sudden rush of pleasure shocked Pyrrha out of her thoughts. She gasped and slipped from her perch down the tree. Thankfully, she quickly caught herself and landed on thick branch.

"Oh god..." she whimpered and rocked back and forth. Unlike the trunk, the branches lacked the thick ragged bark. It was all smooth wood, that became smoother from Pyrrhas wetness.

Shaking, Pyrrha kept rocking back and forth, reaching under herself with one hand and running her fingers against her labia. She was wet, she needed release!