James has some business to take care of...

James stands up and surveys the area, hoping to find something meaningful to cover up with.

It looks like he is in some kind of forest clearing, and the only thing he can find are, well, leaves.

He sighs and plucks a few off of some low-hanging branches, before giving up on the whole ordeal.

"I mean, it's not like I know how to weave or tie these together or anything," he mutters as he holds one in front of his crotch.

He takes a moment to examine himself, and his still erect and thoroughly unsatisfied manhood.

"I should really take care of that..." he muses.

Maybe then he can think a little more clearly about his predicament.

James looks around and listens. He doesn't hear anyone, and he certainly doesn't see anyone either.

He takes his hard cock and moans at the sensation. He was so close to cumming before this whole mess happened.

He closes his eyes and starts stroking himself.

Kim's juices are still covering his dick, making the act of masturbating a little harder to control as he goes.

Soon the sound of James' indescretion fills the otherwise silent woods.

Hopefully the sound of skin rhythmically slapping against wet skin and his ragged grunts and moans don't draw any unwanted attention to James...