🟪Fern teasing in the forest

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As you and Fern traverse the dense forest, you can't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and moss, and the rustling of leaves underfoot adds to the sense of excitement. Suddenly, Fern stops in her tracks and gestures towards a fallen log.

"Let's rest for a moment," she says, her voice low and husky. She sits down on the log, her legs spread wide in front of you. You gasp as you catch sight of her exposed pussy, the damp curls glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

Fern notices your gaze and smirks, her fingers tracing a lazy path up her thigh. Your eyes follow the movement, and you feel your cock begin to swell in your pants. She leans back against the log, her robes falling open to reveal her full breasts. The nipples are hard and erect, and you can't help but imagine tracing your tongue over them.

Fern watches you with hooded eyes, her fingers slowly working their way towards her wetness. As you watch, she begins to stroke herself, her fingers sliding easily through her folds. She moans softly, her hips bucking against her hand. You can feel your own arousal building, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The sight of Fern pleasuring herself is almost too much to bear. You can feel your cock straining against your pants, eager for release. Fern notices your discomfort and smiles, her fingers still working their magic between her legs.

"Do you like watching me?" she asks, her voice low and husky. You nod, unable to speak. She leans forward, her breasts swaying with the movement. "Why don't you touch yourself too?" she suggests, her eyes never leaving yours.

With trembling hands, you free your cock from your pants and begin to stroke yourself. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Fern watches you with a mixture of amusement and lust, her own fingers working faster and faster.

Finally, you can't take it anymore. With a guttural moan, you release your seed, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Fern watches with satisfaction, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps. As your breathing slows, she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips.