[ leaning forward is almost instant, instinctive, wanting to be inside of her and surrounded by her warmth. he hitches her up just a bit and presses inwards with a half gasp because the sensation feels so goddamn perfect, like soothing water for a fever washing over his shoulders, down his spine.
moving rhythmically isn't any problem he realizes - the tree is good leverage and there's some rhythm that he can feel under his heel that seems to almost belong to the forest as he wraps an arm around her waist and fucks into her to the hilt. ]
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moving rhythmically isn't any problem he realizes - the tree is good leverage and there's some rhythm that he can feel under his heel that seems to almost belong to the forest as he wraps an arm around her waist and fucks into her to the hilt. ]