Twigs and branches snapped loudly under her weight, damp mud and decaying leaves stuck to the sweaty skin of her back, but none of that mattered. All she could focus on was the man between her thighs, eagerly lapping at her slick folds like a man starved. She moaned, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound as he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth. When he stuck a thick, long finger into her eager pussy there was no stopping the low, keening sound of her orgasm. He licked her through it, only stopping once the shaking of her body stopped altogether.
He settled his chin on her boney hip, scruff glistening with her juices as he grinned cockily at her. "You gotta learn how to be quiet, darlin'" He drawled, smoothing a calloused hand up her thigh to curl around her hip. She glared, but there was no real heat behind it. "Can't have the others comin' runnin' cos they think you're getting mauled out here."
She snickered, reaching down to tangle a slender hand into his thick curls. "What do you mean?" Her lilting Irish accent was a sharp contrast to his slow, southern drawl. "I was getting mauled. You ate my pussy like a ravenous wolf." She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders when he crawled up her body to give her a dirty kiss, tongues dancing and teeth nipping. She could taste herself on his tongue, bitter and slightly salty but she didn't mind.
His thick, stiff cock nudged teasingly at her cunt, eager for attention that she was all too happy to give. Shifting her hips slightly, she dragged her soaked folds up and down his generous length.
"Fuck," He grunted, hips jerking. Impatient and horny, he reached between their bodies to grasp his dick, lining the dripping head at her entrance. He slid in easily, the remnants of her orgasm slicking the way. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, the pleasant burn that came with the stretch of her pussy lighting that fire inside her core once again.
He pauses, panting heavily once he's all the way in, filling her better than anyone ever had in the past. She chokes on her moan when he pulls out, only to slid right back in, in one smooth, hard thrust. His pace is brutal, hips meeting so hard that there's sure to be bruises. She doesn't care, lost in the pleasure that's building and building.
She's sent over the edge when his hand snakes it's way down her body to palm her clit. She jerked, coil snapping as her cunt clenches around him, a rush of her arousal coating his cock and their thighs. He moaned, hips faltering as her vice like grip on him becomes too much, thrusting two more times before emptying his seed, warm and sticky inside of her.
They lay, his weight heavy yet welcome on top of her, sweat soaked skin and short, gasping breaths. "Shit, I'll never get tired of that." He laughs breathlessly, damp forehead pressing intimately against hers. She smiles, tracing the places of his muscular back with gentle fingers.
He's always sweet with her after they've had sex, but she knows it's nothing but honey soaked lies. She's under no illusion that their relationship is more than sex, how can she be when his dick was buried inside Lori's pussy that very morning.
Something inside her says that she should feel disgusted, that she should respect herself more, but she shoos that voice away like an annoying fly. Shane is handsome, in a gruff, caveman sort of way and he knows how to please a woman. She's content with reaping the benefits of his talented tongue, and even better cock. There's no genuine feelings between them other than primal lust, and that doesn't bother her. Not even the end of the world could stop her craving the touch of a man.
When they come down from their high, they shake off the natural debris and redress. His cum drips into her panties and she grimaces, knowing that she'll have to take a quick dip in the lake when they get back. They say nothing as they half heartedly gather firewood then make their way back to camp.
Carl, Lori's little boy, runs to greet Shane once they break through the treeline. He chats away a mile a minute, Shane smiling down at him fondly as they drop the firewood next to the burnt out pit. Roana leaves them to it, feeling like an intruder.
She grabs some clean clothes and a towel courtesy of Carol, and heads down to the lake, picking up Amy and Andrea on her way. The three strip, completely unbothered by each others nakedness; societal norms and modesty went out the window when the dead started walking.
Roana sighs happily as the sun warmed water laps gently against her sweaty skin. She cups some water in her hands, letting it rain down the slope of her throat.
"I miss showers." Amy whines, shrieking when Andrea teasingly splashes some water her way.
"I know what you mean." Roana agrees, "This is nice and all but I'd take a shower over this any day, even a cold one."
Andrea laughs, "Yeah, you'd need plenty of cold showers what with you and Shane eyefucking each other every chance you get." Amy blushes bright red at her sister's crass words, but Roana is completely nonplussed. "Even I get hot under the collar when you two are together."
"It's not the only kind of fucking we do." She shrugs, leaning back to soak her long, brunette hair. She grins to herself when she sees the shocked, scandalous looks on the blonde sisters faces.
"Do tell." Andrea smirks once she recovers from her shock. "That man might be an asshole but I bet he knows how to fuck."
"A lady never kisses and tells."