Spying on a Stripping Hiker

I guess it was time for the evening bath. I made myself more comfortable behind the laural.  As she stripped down, I found myself breathing heavier and getting quite a woody. I slowly pulled my dick out and quietly stroked it up and down....

She (Karen, I found out later) was putting on quite a show. I was stroking myself faster and faster ... She started fingering herself by the pond and I was pounding my cock harder and harder. About the time I blew my load, she looked over and smiled. The bitch knew I was there the whole time.

That's not the end of our encounter. OH NO. We stayed together for at least the next week. Find out more of this adventure and more at my membership site.

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