Things are not over yet…

The silent lover took his thumb from her mouth and slid it across her exposed asshole. The talker held her cheeks in firm hands, spreading her wide. He chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "She's nice and tight."

The silent lover pressed his thumb in just as she was coming out of her climax, and the pressure of the cock in her pussy combined with the new sensation had her coming all over again. Her juices squirted out as the bulbous head of her talker withdrew. She could feel every inch of him dragging against her sensitive walls, the slickness of her arousal coating his cock. The talker chuckled, the vibration of his laughter brushing against her breasts as his teeth grazed her nipples. He angled himself, rubbing his cock along her swollen clit, each pass making her jolt before he thrust back inside. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body trembling as wave after wave of climax rippled through her.

Her silent lover’s touch was firmer now. She felt the pressure of a second finger, his calloused skin pressing against her tighter entrance. A cool slickness followed, and she heard the soft sound of his spit mixing with her juices. His fingers moved deliberately, stretching her, coaxing her body to adjust. The talker paused his movements, holding her hips steady, his hands gripping her firmly. She could feel the roughness of his fingers against her skin, the heat radiating from his palms grounding her even as her body tensed with anticipation.

When her silent lover lined himself up, she gasped. He wasn’t as large as the talker, but the pressure was intense, her muscles resisting even as her body craved more. The head of his cock pushed through the delicate ring of muscle, a burn spreading through her before giving way to a delicious fullness.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped, her voice raw and ****. Talker's laughter mingled with her cries, even a rare, low chuckle from her silent lover as he pressed his chest to her back, his lips brushing against her shoulder. His hands slid to her breasts, cupping them firmly, his thumbs circling her nipples as the talker leaned forward to nibble and bite.

Without warning, they thrust in unison. Her scream tore through the tent, her voice hoarse and ragged as her head dropped onto her silent lover’s shoulder. She could feel every inch of them inside her, their movements synchronized as they filled her completely. The talker’s cock stretched her, the veins ridging his length adding a delicious friction, while her silent lover’s steady thrusts pressed against the tightness of her ass, sending shockwaves through her body.

Every motion was deliberate, their rhythm relentless. The fullness was almost too much, her body straining to accommodate them. She could feel the heat of their skin, the way their muscles flexed with each movement, the slickness of sweat as it mingled with her own. The smell of sex and musk hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and primal.

The talker’s voice was low and teasing, his words dripping with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Taking us so well. You’re perfect." His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as his thrusts grew harder. Her silent lover’s breathing was ragged, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders. Each kiss was soft, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the intensity of their movements.

The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the tent, each smack echoing through the small space. Evelyn’s cries turned into incoherent moans, her body limp between them, a vessel for their pleasure. Every nerve was alive, her senses heightened. She could feel the drag of their cocks as they moved in and out, the heat of their bodies pressing into her, the taste of her silent lover’s thumb as it found her lips again. She sucked on it instinctively, her tongue swirling around the saltiness of his skin.

The heat built to a crescendo. The talker’s thrusts became erratic, his groans turning into guttural cries as he reached his peak. His cock pulsed inside her, his release flooding her as he buried himself deep. The silent lover followed moments later, his movements slowing as he pressed tight against her, his own warmth spilling into her. Evelyn’s body shuddered with one final, shattering climax, her head falling back against the silent lover’s chest as she gasped for air.

As they pulled out, streams of their cum spilled from her, the mixture of their releases dripping down her thighs. The talker scooped some with his fingers, his eyes gleaming as he brought it to her lips. "Taste us," he murmured. She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to meet his fingers, the salty, musky taste coating her mouth. She licked softly, too spent for anything more. He chuckled, wiping her sweaty hair from her brow before kissing her deeply. His tongue swirled around hers, the taste of their combined pleasure lingering between them.

The tent fell into a quiet hum, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of fabric. Evelyn lay between them, her body sated, her mind a hazy blur of bliss and exhaustion. The smell of their passion clung to the air, a heady reminder of the chaos they had shared. She closed her eyes, her lips still tingling from his kiss, her body humming with the echoes of their intensity. She felt herself lowered to the ground and the shifting of things, then a light kiss on her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her lips, her neck, shoulder, and so on down her body. She felt sleep come as the kisses continued their journey.

"Sleep well, Evelyn," the talker said, his voice a warm murmur. She mumbled something incoherent, sleep pulling her under completely.

When she woke in the morning, her dream was fresh in her mind, vivid and lingering. She stretched, a smile curving her lips as the memory of her dream lovers warmed her. But as she shifted, a dull ache spread through her body, her muscles sore in a way that felt oddly... earned.

She frowned slightly, running her hand over her stomach and hips. "Hmm," she murmured, her fingers brushing a sticky residue on her skin. The wetness between her legs was unmistakable, and her sleeping bag was damp, almost soaked, with the same substance. She pushed her sticky hair from her face, blinking in the soft morning light filtering through the tent.

She sat up slowly, confusion mixing with intrigue as she inspected her hand. The sticky substance clung to her fingers, thick and white. She lifted it to her nose instinctively, inhaling the salty, musky scent. Her heart raced as her mind struggled to piece together what she was seeing. Without thinking, she licked her finger, the taste igniting something primal within her. Her body responded instantly, her nipples hardening as a soft groan escaped her lips.

"Fuck me," she whispered, the words tumbling out as her eyes darted around the tent. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, her panties conspicuously missing. The scene felt surreal, the line between dream and reality blurring further with every detail.

She lay back down on the cum-drenched sleeping bag, her hand brushing against another patch of the sticky evidence. The soreness in her thighs, the slight burn deep within her, all pointed to something she couldn’t explain away as mere imagination.

Her laugh was soft, tinged with disbelief as she stared up at the tent’s ceiling. "Well," she murmured, running her fingers through the sticky mess on the sleeping bag. "This forest definitely is full of surprises."

Her tongue darted out to taste her finger again, savoring the familiar flavor. Her body tingled, a warm ache spreading through her as she replayed the moments of her dream. "Pity my dream lovers didn’t stick around," she muttered, her voice low and wistful. But the burn inside her said otherwise—as if they had left a mark, a memory, a promise she couldn’t ignore.

Her fingers drifted over her stomach, tracing patterns in the remnants of her night. She sighed, closing her eyes, the ache in her body a lingering reminder of what she had experienced. And though the tent was empty, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were still out there, somewhere, waiting for her. Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I’ll find you," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of determination and desire. "Wherever you are."