Bria kept still for a moment, or as still as she could. Somehow her body couldn't help but writhe in the dirt, her tits rasping across prickly weeds that bit into them like needles while her poor pussy seemed to pulse around the prickly plant that she'd backed onto.
For a long moment she did nothing as she tried to make up her mind. If they'd meant her they might tell others. That'd mean there'd be dozens of peeping toms looking in at her, watching as she soaped herself up and rubbed her cunt.
Bria decided she'd better find a way inside. She couldn't really do anything to stop them and after lying in the dirt she really needed another shower.
Pulling herself up she gasped as the branch rasped its way out of her bit by bit. Slowly easing it out (and occasionally in) she eventually got it out. It hadn't been in far, but her cunt felt a bit sore and extra-sensitive now, so of course she rubbed it.
"Oh," she gasped, mouth dropping open at how good it felt. Her fingers tentatively rubbed her slit, finding an abundance of moisture. For a moment she panicked, rolling over to stare at her fingers, thinking she'd see blood. Instead, she saw a clear liquid glistening on her fingertips like water. For a moment she stared, then she looked around for something to wipe them on. Finding nothing she stuck them in her mouth, sucking her own juices from them.
Her other hand automatically went down to rub her cunt, scooping up more of the juice, and of course she had to lick that off as well. She did this a couple more times, finding that she liked the taste, even if it was a filthy, slutty thing to do. "Only bad girls like cunt juice," she thought, moaning as another excavation rubbed her clit. |