The pattern continues

Days pass by. You find yourself lost in a pattern of walking, exploring the beautiful sights around the trail, spending time laughing with your two friends, and loudly butt fucking Deedra until she screams in pain and pleasure every night.

Eventually losing any type of consideration towards Able Master’s privacy or his ability to sleep, over the course of nights you slowly move your location of nightly ass-fucking Deedra at the edge of camp…. to the very middle.

Inches from the fire, you mount your blonde god like a dog as you yank her flowing, curly hair and shove her face into the sleeping bag every night. Muffled and practically suffocated by the cloth over her nose and mouth, her moans emanate from the camp as you do your best to split her ass open.

Across the fire, Able Master looks up into the night sky, acknowledging that the pay might not be worth all the bullshit.

“Maybe I can retire after a few years and get that 9-5 job, spending more job with the family” he mutters.