Of course she does

Laura wakes to the pleasant warmth of the morning sun on her pale breasts. With a lazy yawn, she stretches out her body, the many remnants of her midnight binge eating from the night before scattering to the ground as she does. Her rubs her gut gingerly, still taut and bloated from the anxiety fuelled feast. Ohhh gawd. Maybe I overdid it. Rising from her makeshift moss-bed, she staggers over to her bag of goodies, trudging through the scattered chip packets and candy wrappers, each inducing the smallest tinge of guilt.

At least the fullness of her belly distracted from the tenderness of her clit; Laura had lost count of how many times she came last night. She groans as she bends down to rummage through the bag, her stomach growling in protest. Grabbing a bottle of water, she fails to flick the cap off twice, grunting with effort as she finally succeeds on the third try. Throwing her head back, she chugs the entire bottle in a single go. I kind of like running around the wild, doing what I want, when I want. She looks back at the bag, licking her lips. And I want to indulge myself.

Her stomach groans again as she leans back over, plucking out a massive chocolate bar. She eagerly tears the wrapper off and sinks her teeth into the slightly soft, gooey chocolate, ignoring her belly's protestations. She slumps against a rock, groaning giddily as she slowly stuffs her face with one hand, her other idly stroking her equally greedy pussy. For a few minutes, Laura forgets all about the game, completely unaware of everything but her own earthly pleasures.

With each bite of her sweet treat, her fingers move a little faster, a little more needily. As the chocolate dissolves in her mouth, her cunt becomes slicker, the throbbing of nearly non-stop masturbation giving way to the now familiar heat of lust. A small gasp escapes her lips as she slides the last bite down her throat, her legs twitching as she sprays the ground with her girl-cum. She sits in her own satisfaction for a minute, her pretty little head entirely empty save for her self-contentment.

Slowly, she sucks each of her fingers clean, rises to her feet, picks up her pack and staggers towards the trees.