Late afternoon, empty trail. She’s in tiny shorts, sweat glistening. He jogs up, grabs her wrist, whispers “my place, now.” Door slams, clothes ripped off in the hallway. He bends her over the couch, slams balls-deep into her soaked pussy. She screams, ass rippling with every thrust. Switches to the floor, legs over shoulders, drills mercilessly. She claws the rug, cums shaking. He pulls out, blasts thick ropes across her tits and open mouth. She licks it up, gasping.