Her little legs spread, I marveled at how her thighs tapered thinner as they rose to her little crotch, her fingers now working her pussy quickly. Her muscles, hampered by misfiring nerves, shakes of pleasure, drove her up and down my cock in jerky moves, her inexperience heightening my arousal, her little squeaks, sudden yelps increasing my arousal more.
Later, when she finally found the wedge of watermelon in the igloo cooler, and bit into it, not noticing the flavor of the sleeping drug, I tried to keep very close track of time in my head.
