The Voice has more instructions

“Now look at this mess you’ve made. You better tidy it all up. Look at this beautiful cock; you can’t leave it all sticky,” the voice commanded.

Mia’s body acted before her mind could catch up. She leaned forward, grabbing his cock before the man could react. Her tongue darted out, licking him clean, her movements deliberate and thorough. She started at the base, savoring the salty taste of their mingled arousal, her lips and tongue tracing every ridge and vein. As she worked her way upward, her focus sharpened, her body responding to his groans.

He let out a low groan, both in pleasure and mild annoyance. “Fuck, you’re really not letting up, huh?” he murmured, his hand brushing through her hair. “I just got it down, and now look at you.” His cock swelled under her ministrations, hardening again as she continued. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?”

Mia didn’t answer. She was entranced, her mouth and hands moving with purpose, her focus solely on him.

“You a sex fiend or something?” he asked, half-joking as she cleaned him up with enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive head, eliciting another groan. “Fuck, bitch. You’re definitely going to have to take care of this one now,” he muttered as he reached full mast again.

Mia only mewed softly in response, her attention unwavering. Her tongue slid down his shaft again, slow and deliberate, as if committing every inch to memory. She felt him twitch in her grip, his body responding despite his protests.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” the voice purred from the video. “Why don’t you have a little play as a reward? Only when I say so, of course. But sit there, yes, just like that, and let me see that pussy. Open it wide. That’s it. Why don’t you give your little pussy a stroke? I bet she’d like that.”

Mia groaned as the words sank into her, her body moving instinctively to obey. She shifted to the ground, her legs spread wide as her fingers moved to her folds. She held herself open, exposing her glistening pussy to the man. Her breath hitched as her fingers stroked softly over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

“Oh, now isn’t that nice?” the voice cooed approvingly. She nodded, her lips parted as her fingers circled her clit with growing intensity. The heat in her body surged, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“You’re a good girl,” the voice praised. “Good girls deserve a reward. Why don’t you get yourself nice and wet for me?”

Mia’s fingers moved lower, sliding easily into her slick heat. She moaned softly, her hips shifting as her fingers curled inside her. Her body trembled, every nerve alight as she followed the voice’s commands. She glanced at the man, his gaze fixed on her with raw hunger, his cock twitching in his hand as he stroked himself to the sight of her.

“Now taste it,” the voice commanded. “Does it taste good?”

Mia withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, tasting herself, and she moaned deeply. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky but certain. “Yes, it does.”

The man’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her. “You’re something else,” he muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “You really can’t get enough, can you?”

Mia shook her head slowly, her fingers dipping back between her legs as her body moved to the rhythm of her desire. The voice from the video continued to guide her, its commands weaving seamlessly into her thoughts as she explored the limits of her pleasure.

Mia shook her head slowly, her fingers dipping back between her legs as her body moved to the rhythm of her desire. The voice from the video continued to guide her, its commands weaving seamlessly into her thoughts as she explored the limits of her pleasure.

The man took his seat back on the log, watching this girl fuck herself, her movements **** and needy. His cock, still sensitive, bobbed with each beat of his heart, though he let his hand glide softly over the tip, savoring the moment.

“I think we can do better than that, don’t you?” the voice prompted.

Mia nodded fervently, her fingers speeding up as she added another to her thrusts. She rubbed her clit with all the intensity she could muster, gasping and whimpering as she chased the edge. Her body shook, her sounds turning into **** mewls and grunts.

“Perhaps you need something else to fill that hole,” the voice suggested slyly.

Her eyes latched onto the man’s cock, her gaze filled with longing. She nodded, her breath hitching as her hips moved instinctively.

The voice chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet,” it teased. Mia let out a cry, her body trembling as she paused, needing release but obediently holding back. “Now don’t get naughty on me. I didn’t say you wouldn’t get it. You just have to wait.”

Mia nodded again, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as she groaned. She was close, her body teetering on the brink.

“Don’t come yet,” the voice commanded sharply.

She cried out, stopping herself at the last second. Her body clenched, the pressure building unbearably as she mewled, gasping, “Please, please...”

“Oh, I know you want it. Why don’t you grab that beside you?” the voice instructed.

Mia glanced to her right and saw a long, thin steel thermos. Without hesitation, she grabbed it, her fingers trembling. “It’s not as big as this,” the voice continued, “but it will get you nice and ready.”

Her eyes stayed locked on the man’s cock as she nodded, pressing the cool metal against her dripping folds. She gasped at the sensation, her hips thrusting to meet it instinctively. The man watched with his jaw slack, his hand resuming its movements along his shaft.

“Fuck me, you’re a sick bitch,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe. “But it’s so fucking hot.”

Mia moaned, sliding the thermos inside herself. The cool metal stretched her just enough, the sensation of fullness sending shivers through her. Her body responded eagerly, her movements growing faster, deeper, as the voice encouraged her.

“A little faster. This isn’t a game, after all,” it said.

She obeyed immediately, her thrusts quickening as she fed the thermos in and out, in and out. Her eyes remained locked on the man’s cock, watching the precum drip steadily as his hand worked. The memory of its taste lingered on her tongue, fueling her desperation.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her head flying back as the tension inside her reached its peak. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came, her cries echoing through the clearing. Her legs gave out, leaving her trembling on the ground, the thermos slipping from her grasp as she struggled to catch her breath.

The man groaned, his strokes faltering as he watched her, his own release building again. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Absolutely fucking unbelievable.”

Mia lay there, her chest rising and falling as she basked in the aftermath. The voice from the video purred once more. “I think you enjoyed that.”

She laughed weakly, too spent to do much else. The most erotic experience of her life had left her stark naked on the forest floor. The thermos lay beside her, a reminder of how far she’d gone, and yet she felt no shame—only satisfaction.

The voice spoke again. “I think it’s my turn for a little fun now,” it teased, just as she felt something hard and hot pressing against her entrance. Opening her eyes, she saw the man’s shadowed form above her, his hands gripping her knees and spreading her wide.

“Oh, this is just for me. You’re going to take me now, hard and rough, and you’ll love it,” the voice ordered.

She gasped, nodding, her voice breaking into a pleading, “Please,” as he thrust into her. His size stretched her to the limit, drawing a scream of painful pleasure from her lips that echoed through the trees.

“You’re so big,” she cried out, her voice raw. “So fucking big.”

“You asked for this,” the voice scolded. She nodded, her body trembling as she adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. Her inner muscles clenched instinctively, drawing a deep groan from him as he began to move.

Their union was raw, messy, and relentless. The heat between them built as their bodies slapped together, her cries growing louder and more uninhibited. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back. “I need it! I need all of you!”

The voice guided her every word, every movement. “Tell him how much you love it. Let him know he owns you.”

“You own me! Oh god, you own me!” Mia yelled, her words tumbling out in a frenzy. Her body felt alive, every nerve electrified as she surrendered completely.

The man’s pace quickened, his grip tightening as he chased his release. Their combined arousal left them sticky, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Mia’s voice cracked as she begged, “Don’t stop! Please, don’t ever stop!”

Her cries drove him to the edge. With one final thrust, he roared, his body trembling as he found his release. Heat flooded her as he filled her, his cock twitching inside her. Pulling out, he continued to spurt, covering her stomach and chest in sticky warmth.

“Take it all, my good girl. Don’t waste a drop,” the voice commanded. Mia obeyed, gathering the mess with her fingers and bringing it to her mouth. She massaged the remnants into her skin, whispering, “All mine,” as she licked her fingertips clean.

The man collapsed beside her, his breath ragged. He looked at her with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You’re insane,” he murmured, his voice tinged with a **** smile. “But that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

The voice whispered one final command: “Rest, my good girl. You’ve earned it.”

Mia lay there, her body trembling and spent, her mind buzzing with the intensity of what had just happened. The man’s arm draped protectively over her, his breath warm against her neck. Together, they drifted into a peaceful stillness, the messy, sticky aftermath a testament to their shared surrender to raw, uninhibited desire.