Yeriel was smoking a cigarette when he and everyone else in the camp heard a familiar Irish accent ring out in the cool evening air. "Good to be back home!"
"Sean!" Yeriel exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. He had missed the irritating Irish bastard more than he cared to admit. He stood up, flicking the spent cigarette butt to the ground.
Sean hopped off Javier's horse with an exuberant flourish. "Ah!" he smirked, opening his arms wide. "I missed ya, Yeriel! Come give me a hug!" But Yeriel took a step back, shaking his head with a playful smile.
"Nah," he replied, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Ah, you're no fun, skinny!" Sean teased, playfully shoving Yeriel aside. Yeriel merely laughed, knowing that Sean's antics were part of what made the camp feel alive.
"Oh, the fun is back!" Dutch called out as he approached Sean, giving him a hearty pat on the back. "It's nice to have you back, son."
Sean chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thanks, Dutch. It's good to be back."
"Well, enjoy your celebration," Dutch said, a warm smile on his face.
"I certainly will," Sean replied with a mischievous smirk.
As the night wore on, laughter filled the air, and before long, everyone began to indulge in drinks. Yeriel was having a fantastic time, the warmth of camaraderie washing over him. He grabbed another bottle of whiskey, along with another for someone else, and unsteadily made his way over to Tilly. He sank down beside her, his movements slightly uncoordinated. He had wanted to chat with Karen, but with Sean back in the picture, he knew she would be preoccupied with him.
"Hey there, Tilly," he said with a grin, offering her the bottle.
"Hey," she replied, smiling as she accepted it.
Yeriel took a generous gulp, and Tilly followed suit. The whiskey burned as it slid down her throat, prompting her to curse. "Fucking... hell!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.
Yeriel laughed heartily at her reaction. "How do you handle this?" she asked, grimacing as she took another painful sip.
He leaned in closer and whispered, "I'm already wasted," before taking another hefty swig. "That's how you do it."
"Shut up," she chuckled, rolling her eyes but clearly enjoying the moment.
The two continued to drink and soon drifted toward other conversations. Yeriel found himself chatting with Sean, Arthur, and John before eventually stumbling over to Hosea, now thoroughly intoxicated and slurring most of his words.
With an arm draped around Hosea's shoulders, Yeriel began to ramble, oblivious to the growing annoyance in Hosea's demeanor. "Hey, Hosea, listen... you know what? You're, like, super important to me, man. Seriously, you're like the dad I never had, you get me? If it wasn't for you, I swear I wouldn't even know how to read or... or anything! You're a big deal, man!"
"Okay, Yeriel," Hosea replied calmly, though his patience was wearing thin. "But you're drunk. You should go lay down."
"So, you know what? I'm gonna name my first kid after you, Hosea! Yeah, Hosea Jr.! Can you imagine? That's gonna be awesome!" Yeriel continued to ramble, his words tumbling out in a slurred cascade of enthusiasm.
Just then, Arthur approached, recognizing the signs of Hosea's simmering annoyance. He pulled Yeriel away, knowing full well the limits of Hosea's patience, even though the older man was usually quite tolerant.
As the music from the phonograph filled the air, Yeriel and Tilly found themselves drawn to the makeshift dance floor, where Dutch and Molly were swaying together, and Arthur was dancing with Mary-Beth. The lively tune set a joyful mood, and Yeriel, in his drunken state, twirled Tilly around, laughter spilling from their lips as they moved in sync with the rhythm. The world around them faded as they lost themselves in the music.
After a spirited dance, Tilly and Yeriel, both tipsy but still feeling the thrill of the night, decided to escape the festivities for a moment. They stumbled into the tent where the girls slept, their giggles echoing softly in the quiet space. Yeriel fumbled with the zipper, finally managing to pull it up, effectively sealing them off from the outside world.
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She watched with hooded eyes as Yeriel moved between her thighs, his face disappearing from view.
The first touch of his tongue against her already drenched folds made Tilly cry out, her back arching. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how ready her body was for his touch. His fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to feast on her dripping pussy.
"Oh god, Yeriel!" Tilly whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair. She grinded her hips against his face, desperate for more of his skilled ministrations. His tongue delved deep into her channel, tasting her essence, making her toes curl in her white leg warmers.
Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took. The sight of his head between her thighs, the feeling of his mouth on her most intimate place, made her mind go hazy with lust.
Her body trembled and shook, pleasure coursing through her veins like liquid fire. Her moans grew louder, more wanton. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core, her body hurtling towards the peak.
"Don't stop, Yeriel!" Tilly begged, her voice high and breathy with need. "Please don't stop, I'm so close! Oh fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"
Her thighs clenched around his head, her pussy spasming and clenching around his invading tongue. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her as she came undone.
Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm as he pulled away. She could feel his breath on her sensitive, dripping folds as he sat up and scooted closer. Her chest heaved with each shaky breath, breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her eyes fluttered open to see him grabbing his thick, hard cock. She watched with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he rubbed the swollen tip against her entrance, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. She bit her plump lower lip, a soft whimper escaping her at the feeling of his hot, hard flesh pressing against her most intimate place.
She could feel how ready she was for him, how much her body ached to be filled by his impressive girth. As he began to push forward, Tilly took a deep breath.
Tilly let out a loud, wanton moan as he began to move inside of her. Her body was so tight, so incredibly tight around his thick, hard cock.
She wrapped her thighs around his waist, urging him deeper with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent as he took her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with every forceful drive of his hips.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" She cried out, her eyes rolling back in bliss. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red welts in their wake as she clung to him, desperate to anchor herself against the overwhelming pleasure.
She could feel her body tightening, the tension coiling in her core as she hurtled towards another mind-blowing orgasm. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his pistoning cock, greedily trying to milk him for all he was worth. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the air, mixing with her increasingly loud moans and cries.
With a final, brutal thrust, he slammed deep inside of her fluttering pussy. At the same moment, she came undone, her body convulsing with the force of her release. A flood of her juices gushed out around his throbbing cock as she screamed his name, seeing stars behind her eyelids.
Her orgasm seemed to trigger his own, and with a guttural groan, he began to fill her up. She could feel the first hot, thick spurt of his cum painting her insides. She whimpered and moaned as spurt after spurt filled her womb.