Storm in the Tent

Alina peeled her soaked tank top over her head, and her tits, barely contained by her sports bra, swelled from the cold. Her nipples were rock hard, jutting out like little bullets. I sat across from her, feeling my cock strain against my wet shorts.

"Max," she bit her lip, staring straight at my crotch. "Enough with the staring at my ass in class. Get over here. I want you. Right now."

The storm raged outside, but I couldn't hear the thunder anymore. Only her voice—low, husky. She spread her legs, and I saw the slick gleam on her smooth, shaved pussy. "Touch me. I'm already dripping."

My fingers slid between her folds. She was hot, slippery. Her clit was swollen, throbbing. I started tracing slow circles with my thumb while two fingers pushed inside her, sinking to the knuckle with no resistance.

"Ohhh... fuck, yeah, right there," she moaned, grinding her hips against my hand. "Deeper. More. I want your fingers buried to the balls."

Meanwhile, her hand dove into my shorts and wrapped around my rock-hard dick.

"Mmm, so thick... I knew you were packing. I want it in my mouth."

She shoved me onto my back. Lightning lit up her face—messy hair, parted lips, eyes full of hunger. Alina yanked my shorts off and took my cock deep in her throat in one go. Her throat worked like a pro. She wasn't just sucking—she was fucking me with her mouth, spit running down the shaft, dripping onto my balls.

"Ali... I'm gonna come if you don't stop," I rasped, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

She pulled off, panting, drool smeared across her chin.

"No. I want to ride you first. I want you to fill me up completely."

She straddled me. I watched her tight little slit slowly swallow my spit-slick cock. The head spread her lips apart, and she dropped down hard, all the way to the base.

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed. "So deep... you're hitting my cervix."

She started moving—hard, rough. Not some yoga bullshit, but full-on wild fucking. Her tits bounced in my face, and I caught them with my mouth, biting her nipples. Every time she slammed down, there was a loud wet smack of skin on skin. The tent shook.

"Louder, Max. Fuck me louder than the thunder!" she growled, picking up speed.

I grabbed her hips and started pounding up into her. Every thrust made her cry out. Her juices ran down my balls, dripping onto the sleeping bag.

"I'm gonna—Max, I'm coming!" She shuddered, her nails digging into my chest. Her pussy clamped down on me so hard I nearly blew my load.

"Come on me," I breathed. "I want to watch."

Alina slid off, lay down beside me, and spread her legs wide. I entered her again, this time on top, slamming into her with fury. Her fingers worked her clit.

"Come on... come inside me, I'm on the pill. I want to feel you pulse in my cunt."

A few more brutal thrusts—and I roared, flooding her with hot cum. She came a second time almost instantly, arching her back, her pussy milking me dry.

We lay there, gasping. The rain outside slowly faded. The storm moved on.

Alina turned to face me, flashing that signature cocky smile, and ran a finger along my lip.

"Tomorrow in class, you'll be doing downward dog right next to me. And I'll know my pussy's still full of your cum. Deal?"

"Deal," I said, kissing her damp temple.

"And don't you dare come on the mat. I want you thinking about me the whole time."