She watched from the shadows as he stooped to the pond and rinsed his release from his hands. She’d meant to let him know he wasn’t alone, to make a noise, anything… but the minute he jerked open his pants and tossed them aside, her voice had dried up and she’d frozen like a doe in the sights of a much larger predator.She’d crouched, spellbound, as the tattoos jumped and danced along his arm with each bunch and release of the muscles in his arm; licked her lips as the ruddy head of his cock thrust through his tightly clasped fist. But when he’d arched back and called her name as he found his release, she was hard pressed not to whimper. Her breath gusted in and out in rasping pants as she watched him rearrange his clothing and stalk from the clearing.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. She stood on trembling legs, and tried to ignore the cream that had soaked through her jeans as she left the clearing in the opposite direction.
Just out of sight he chuckled and watched her wobble away from her hiding spot. “Hope you enjoyed the show, darlin’. Next time you’re gonna help.”
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