Brea’s eyes roamed over Lucy’s body appreciatively.
“Well when you put it that way,” she grinned, swiping off her top as well.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” whispered Lucy as Brea leaned in to close the space between them. Her arms encircled Brea's neck, pulling her closer.
Brea sighed softly as their breasts brushed against each other, arousing her even more. The tent was small and she awkwardly maneuvered herself to straddle Lucy. Lucy moaned as Brea gently nibbled on her lip before capturing her mouth again with her own. The two slowly pulled apart and Lucy blushed deeply under Brea's intense gaze.
“Don’t even think of getting shy now,” Brea teased.
“I’m not," replied Lucy. "It’s just that you make me so nervous.”
"Don't be," whispered Brea as she gently brushed her lips
