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“Are you kidding me?” she exclaims, her cries of protest still muffled by her current predicament. “Could you stop being such a guy for one second and help me out of here?” And as much as she would have liked you to oblige, your hands have already fled their handholds and now slowly caress her barely-clad rear. Amanda doesn’t approve of the recent initiative, and begins to kick out wildly with her feet and curse at you.

“You goddamn, pervert! What do you think you’re doing? Ah!” Her last utterance one of surprise as you take an open hand and slap her protruding ass sharply with it. Having shut her up for a few seconds, your fingers resume their works and creep underneath the stingy cloth and begin to caress the outside of her slit. All the while, the trapped girl continues to trash about with her legs. You deftly slip one finger inside her, rubbing the inner walls of her womanhood in an attempt to appease her. She tightens around your digit in surprise, but doesn’t halt her resistance for a second. Apparently, you will have to go the extra mile to avoid getting kicked in the jaggs by those hiking boots. You place your knees atop the back of hers, efficiently holding her free limbs in place. Next, you push her thong to one side, exposing her in the limited glow of your flashlight. Bringing your lips to hers, you lick her mound back and forth before flicking your tongue in and out of her. Underneath you, the struggling continues, but you’ve noticed that she’s stopped cursing. Slowly but surely, you work your way into the depths of her snatch, lapping at your captured prey with renewed enthusiasm. You’re so engrossed in your current endeavor, tasting and kissing your friend in places you always dreamed of, that at first you don’t even notice that she’s begun to use what little freedom her body has to buck her hips back and forth, essentially fucking your mouth herself. Pulling your mouth upwards, you trace your tongue up and down the crack of her ass, trailing delicate circles over the skin around her other hole. Whatever enthusiasm she had accumulated at this point immediately retreats, signifying that this specific area was particularly sensitive. Reminded that you’re in control here, you decide that you’ve spent enough time pleasuring her. Reaching up her thigh, you push two fingers deeps inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from the other side of the tunnel opening. Spearing her on your hand, you pump your fingers in and out of her slit while your other hand works on your belt buckle. Her hips are bucking wildly now, alternating between attempts to pull away from your intrusive fingers and sudden efforts to grind herself onto them. Clearly, she was conflicted about what you were doing to her, and you wondered how she would take the following actions as your erection finally came free of your trousers.

You got off of her legs, which had ceased their kicking, and placed yourself behind her exposed rear. Undoing the button on the front of her jean skirts, you slid them all the way off. As you pulled her thong down off the curve of her ass, you could tell that she was figuring out what you had in mind. Again, she started to wiggle feebly, but now that her bottom half was fully nude, it only further aroused you.

“Ohhh nonono!” She began to protest again, “Enough is enough, but please, not like this.” Ignoring her, you place a hand on either side of her buttocks and guide the tip of your practically throbbing cock towards the entrance of her snatch. As you press it against her, much like last time but without the clothing, you can hear her plead with you to be gentle. However, her pleas turn into one clear squeal as you press into her for the first time from behind, hitch her hips upwards a little as you guide yourself in and out of her rhythmically. In her elevated position, her boots scrabble and squeak across the cave floor in a futile attempt to get some sort of foothold, succeeding only in kick the flashlight that had been resting there. Stopping only momentarily to grab it before it rolled away and stole your view of the scene, you continue you pump in and out of her, increasing your pace as you hoisted her free half up with your other hand. The muffled complaints and protests from the tunnel had turned into a series of short, high pitched yelps that if you had to admit, sounded pretty cute to you. Then the unexpected happened. You felt her tighten around your member as her pussy clenched in its first shuddering orgasm. Clearly, she wasn’t having that bad of a time, especially considering the way she was still grinding herself against you.