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Daryl growled and sat up, running a dirty hand through his unruly hair. This was not okay. Beth frowned a little and covered her bare tits as she sat up and looked at him. "Daryl is everything alright?" she asked, looking worried.
He nodded and kissed her again. He had no idea what his fucking problem was. He had a sexy woman in front of him, naked, and wanting him to fuck her pretty little brains out, and he couldn't get hard. This had to be some kind of twisted joke. He didn't have problems like this, not when every other night he was making her scream and waking the whole dame campsite. He grabbed one of her hands and guided it to his cock, hoping maybe if she was touching him it would help.
Beth moaned into the kiss as she stroked him and he thrust into her hand. It wasn't working. He growled again and sat back on his knees when she pushed him off, taking his soft cock into her mouth. Not even a blowjob was working and he was just getting pissed off. "Fuck it, Beth, ain't gonna happen," he snapped, pulling away from her and fixing his clothes.
She looked up at him. "It's not that big of a deal Daryl, we don't have to have sex every night," she told him, trying to make him feel better. It wasn't helping. He lay down beside her as she got dressed and curled against his side. "It's really okay."
He huffed and ran a hand through his hair. "If you say so."
She smiled a bit and kissed him. "I do say so."