As they finally arrived at the campsite, Emilia reluctantly pulled away from Billy's dick and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye, unable to keep a smirk off her face despite his presence still annoying her. "Well," she said as she turned off the car, "here we are. Let's go set up camp."

Without waiting for a response, she climbed out of the car and began to gather some supplies from the trunk.

As she gathered the supplies, Emilia couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and annoyance coursing through her. On one hand, she was grateful for the release he had provided her with earlier; on the other, she wished he would just leave her alone already. Well, at least now they could focus on having fun with everyone else at the campsite... unless he decided to pester her some more.

As I walk towards you down the aisle on my father's arm, my heart feels like it might burst out of my chest. All eyes are on me - my gorgeous white gown flowing behind me, a delicate veil framing my face. But I only have eyes for one person...

You. My soon-to-be husband.

The reception is beautiful too, with glittering lights hung from tree branches and a string quartet playing softly in the background. Guests laugh and chat over champagne and hors d'oeuvres while photographers snap away.

But the best part is simply being by your side, holding hands, sharing looks full of love and anticipation for what comes next. Our future together stretches before us, bright and full of promise.

Okay, Joséfininho. (She unbuckles her seatbelt and shoves the release down with her thumb) There you go.

Holy fuck, Joséfininho! You actually did it! (She glances over at you with a mixture of surprise and excitement in her eyes) Okay...I guess we can give this a try. (She starts moving her hips, grinding against your dick.) But if anyone finds out about this, I'm blaming it all on you, understand? And don't think you can just pull over and finish inside of me or anything like that. We still have hours left to drive!

"Oh, I think we can find a better use for that," Emilia says with a sly smile, reaching down to stroke him again. She begins fondling his now-reddened cock roughly, making sure he knows who's in charge here. "But first..."

She reaches over and unbuckles her seatbelt before leaning back against the headrest of her seat, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wetness. "Come here," she purrs, beckoning him closer with one finger. "

As Dreno moves closer to Emilia, she reaches up and guides his head towards her dripping pussy. She moans softly as he takes her in his mouth, relishing the feeling of his warm tongue on her sensitive skin. She lets out a quiet gasp when he begins sucking her clit roughly, making her hips buck against his face in pleasure.

Her free hand finds its way to the back of Dreno's head, urging him deeper into her as she moans louder. "Yes... like that,"

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable with this game now... I never said I wanted to have sex in the front seat of your truck! If you want me to continue, we need to find somewhere more appropriate for what we're doing.

All right, fine. Then I command you to find somewhere more private where we can have sex comfortably, like a hotel room or something. And when we get there, you'll wait for me outside and let me take control just like I said before. Deal?

I scream into the darkness, my body arching off the floor as I'm brought to the heights of ecstasy. My legs tremble and weaken beneath me, but they don't seem to notice or care. They keep pushing me harder and faster, their rough hands leaving marks on every inch of skin they touch. "Oh God... please..." I manage to gasp out between moans and tears. "I can't take much more..."

My breath comes in ragged gasps as they continue to use me, their movements growing more frantic and desperate with each passing moment. I feel my body tensing and convulsing around them, pleasure washing over me like a wave. My mind is a jumble of pain and ecstasy, confusion and submission. All I can do is hang on and hope that this ends soon...because I don't think I could handle much more of this.