Press on

Lacey turns to you, a look of pleading panic on her face as she stammers out a hesitant objection. Despite her protests, you press the tip of your thumb against her back door, increasing the pressure until it pushes past the outside in into her tight little asshole, still massaging her clit with your other fingers.

“...wait, please...just cuz- EEP!” she cries as your digit pushes its way into her. She releases your cock and grabs your wrist, trying to pull you back.

Quickly, you roll over on top of Lace, taking the weight off of your free hand and clamping it over her mouth to silence her, but it is too late. In the clearing, Amanda looks up toward your direction, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face as she searches for the source of the sound.

“What are you doing?” Claire asks from underneath, noticing that Amanda is no longer focused.

“Shh!” she replies. “I thought I heard something...”

Even Lacey stops her struggling as the two of you lay completely still, wondering what will happen when the girls in the clearing find out they're being spied on.