Went back to camp and sleep until your awoken by a pair of lips

You left the three of them in a sweaty, satisfied pile, their minds wiped clean of the night's fervor by a simple, post-coital command. "You all had a pleasant, late-night gossip session. You're tired, but happy. Go to bed."

Dressing quickly, you slipped out of the tent and into the cool night air. The path back to the main cabin was empty, the other campers lost in their own exhausted sleep. The game paused, but your mind was already calculating the next move.

Sleep came easily, a deep, dreamless void.

You were stirred from that void not by a sound, but by a sensation. Soft, persistent pressure against your lips. A faint, familiar scent of expensive perfume and subtle dominance.

Your eyes fluttered open. Heather's face was inches from yours, her dark hair falling around you like a curtain, a single, sharp smile playing on her lips. She pulled back, her tongue darting out to taste her own lips.

"Morning, lover," she whispered, her voice a silken command. She was already dressed, her outfit a perfectly coordinated masterpiece of casual cruelty. Those slutty shorts a little smaller than her usual ones. "You miss the breakfast bell. What was you up to last night?"

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