Do you think it's weird?

Asked Sabrina quietly, watching as her boyfriend Trevor zipped up the door to their tent.

That everyone knows what we're doing in here?

Trevor switched on the battery-operated lantern, flooding the tent with a yellow light.

Babe, they're all doing the exact same thing.

As if on cue, they both turned their heads at the sound of their friend Brittany,

being fucked, the sound carrying over from the neighboring tent.

Trevor slid on top of Sabrina, who was sprawled out on the top of her sleeping bag.

The summer night air was balmy and humid.

So she was wearing just a tank top and boy short underwear. Her strawberry blonde hair was

splayed out around her head. Their mouths connected, and Trevor slipped his tongue past his girlfriend's lips.

She moaned and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, tugging on it.

He sat up and pulled it over his head, revealing his tanned, toned body.

Sabrina's green eyes widened.

Oh, and I brought some surprises, said Trevor, winking.

He reached for Sabrina's hands and pulled her so that she was sitting upright. He took her thin tank top off

over her head, revealing her small bare breasts. Take off those panties, too. Sabrina's heart was

racing faster now. She pulled off her boy shorts and watched as Trevor rifled through his

duffel bag. Her pussy throbbed when he returned with a ball gag and a pair of black leather cuffs.

Open, he said, holding the bright red ball gag in front of Sabrina's face.

Doesn't this make you feel better?

Knowing our friends won't be able to hear you now?

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