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Night in the forest had long since wrapped the tent in thick silence, but inside, the air shimmered with heat. I was lying on my sleeping bag when Alina—that regular from my coffee shop, the one I'd secretly been aching for for three months—suddenly turned toward me in the cramped space. Her fingers accidentally brushed my thigh, and instead of pulling away, she slowly trailed them higher, locking her eyes on mine.

"You feel it too, don't you?" she whispered, her voice husky, almost a growl. "Ever since I started ordering lattes just to watch you move behind that counter..."

Her breath scorched my neck. I grabbed her wrist—but didn't push her away. Instead, I pressed her palm against the hard bulge straining in my shorts.

"Alina... are you serious? Here?" I breathed out, even as my cock throbbed beneath her fingers.

"Here and now," she shot back, biting her lower lip. "I'm tired of being just a customer. I want to be your devotee. Tell me what you want, and I'll do anything."

Her words hit me straight in the groin. I flipped her onto her back in one sharp motion, the tent groaning. My hands dove under her thin tank top, palms covering her hot, heavy tits. Her nipples were already hard little nubs. I squeezed them, twisted them, and Alina arched up, letting out a soft moan.

"Just like that... harder," she whispered, eyes gleaming in the dim light of a small lantern. "I want to feel how much you really want me."

I yanked her top over her head. Her tits spilled out—full, with dark areolas. I leaned down and greedily took one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard until she dug her fingers into my hair.

"Oh... fuck... yes, exactly like that," Alina breathed, her voice trembling. "I'm yours tonight. Your devotee. Tell me what to do."

Her hand slipped into my shorts, wrapped around my thick shaft, and started stroking slowly, squeezing at the base. I growled and tore off her thin hiking leggings along with her panties. Her pussy was already completely soaked, glistening, smooth-shaven. I ran my fingers through her hot folds, found her clit, and started rubbing fast circles.

"Fuck... you're dripping wet," I grunted. "You've got the whole tent smelling like you."

"Because I've been dripping for you for months," she shot back defiantly, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me. Right now. I want to feel you slide in."

I didn't wait. I pressed the head against her slit and slammed in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Alina gasped loudly, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her walls were hot, tight, gripping my cock so hard I nearly came on the spot.

"Oh god... you're so thick," she moaned right into my ear, her voice cracking. "Move... fuck your devotee harder."

I started pounding her with deep, brutal strokes. The tent swayed, fabric rustling in rhythm. Every time I buried myself to the root, she let out a quiet cry and clenched around me. I grabbed her hips, lifted them higher, and drove in at a new angle, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside.

"Right there?" I snarled, picking up speed. "Feel how I fill you up?"

"Yes... yes, right there! Don't stop... I'm close," she whimpered, eyes rolling back. "I'm your little slut tonight... your devotee... cum inside me whenever you want."

I flipped her onto all fours. Now her round ass was up in front of me, her asshole and dripping pussy gleaming. I slammed back into her from behind, one hand fisting her hair and tugging gently, the other slapping her ass cheek. Alina moaned louder, pushing back, riding me herself.

"More... slap me harder," she demanded, her voice dropping to something low and filthy. "I want to feel your marks tomorrow."

I spanked her alternately on both cheeks until her skin flushed red, never stopping the furious pace. Her pussy started pulsing, squeezing my cock tighter and tighter. She buried her face in the sleeping bag to muffle her screams.

"I'm cumming... right now... don't pull out!" she cried out, her voice shaking.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down hard around me, hot wetness flooding down my shaft. I couldn't hold back. With a roar, I drove in to the hilt and came in long, powerful spurts, flooding her with hot seed. Cum poured out so thick it ran down her thighs.

We collapsed side by side, gasping for air. The tent smelled of sex, sweat, and pine needles from outside. Alina turned her face toward me, a satisfied, slightly wicked smile playing on her lips.

"So, barista... you gonna make me coffee in bed tomorrow?" she laughed softly.

Morning came way too fast. Sunlight filtered through the thin tent fabric. I sat at the little camp table brewing coffee on a gas stove when Alina crawled out of the sleeping bag, wrapped only in my fleece. Hair a mess, a faint hickey visible on her neck. She took the mug, sat down across from me, and looked at me over the steam.

"Last night was... intense," she said, quieter now, but that same fire still burned in her eyes. "I'm serious. I want to be your devotee—not just on camping trips."

I smiled, watching her wrap her slender fingers around the mug—the same fingers that had stroked me so skillfully last night.

"Then your next latte at the shop is on the house," I replied, not breaking eye contact. "But only if you keep pleasing me this well."

She bit her lip and slowly ran her bare foot up my shin under the table. Her gaze was a promise. We both knew—this was only the beginning.