Moan..

The forest was quiet save for Elara’s ragged breathing, her chest rising and falling as the model leaned in closer. Warm breath ghosted over the tender, newly bared skin between her thighs, raising goosebumps across her trembling body.

Then the first touch landed—soft, wet, deliberate. The model’s tongue flicked over Elara’s clit, circling once before pressing harder, savoring the taste of her. Elara gasped, hips jerking, her cry echoing into the trees.

As if the tongue weren’t enough, fingers slipped inside her at the same moment—one, then two, sliding deep, curling expertly against her walls. The pace was steady, merciless, every stroke wringing sound after sound from Elara’s throat.

“Oh—!” she moaned, louder now, her back arching off the moss as she clutched at the earth, fingers digging helplessly into the soil.

From the branches above, squirrels that had lingered too close scattered at the sudden burst of her cries, leaves rustling as they dashed away. The forest itself seemed to stir with her moans, her pleasure carried into the open air.

The model’s laughter hummed against her clit, low and wicked, vibrating through the sensitive bud. “So loud,” she teased between licks, fingers plunging deeper. “Does the whole forest know how sweet you are now?”

Elara’s answer was nothing but another helpless cry, her body writhing as the relentless **** pushed her closer to breaking.

Clothing Status

Elara: Fully Nude, body glistening with sweat, spread open on the moss

Model: Black lace bra, black lace thong.

Basket Status: the model’s summer dress and knee-high boots. Elara's lilac cropped tank top, pale pink lace bralette, pale blue high-waisted denim shorts, white sneakers, socks, pale pink lace thong.