A thick, wooden rod, planted in the ground, its length buried inside her pussy. Her body was riding it, her hips rising and dropping, the shaft sliding in and out with each bounce.
And her mouth.
Her mouth was on her own breast. Her lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking, her cheeks hollowing, the motion drawing the flesh into her mouth.
"Oh, I feel hot," she moaned, releasing the nipple. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Her fingers sped up. Her hips bounced faster. The rod disappeared and reappeared between her thighs, the wet sounds filling the clearing.
Amanda's mouth fell open.
"What are you doing?"
Mika froze.
Her fingers stopped. Her hips stopped. Her mouth released the nipple with a wet pop.
She looked up.
"Ah shit," she said. "I've been caught."
She stood.
She lifted her hand. One hand raised in the air, the gesture of a student caught cheating on an exam, the universal, exaggerated pose of someone acknowledging that they have been caught red-handed.
Amanda stared at her.
