Emma broke away first, hitting her forehead twice, for acting so ashamedly in an open forest. For godsake, the place was enchanted, with deathly apparitions flying around! She screamed in her mind, running her fingers along the long threads of her red hair.
Derek wouldn't be the death of her. She thought.
"Did you hear that?" She finally asked Derek, whose eyes had suddenly become too alert. Though his member still stayed out, hard and red.
"And put your junior in." She muttered, before turning away, wondering on where the cry had come from. It sounded like a cry for help. They had to be going, perhaps they could find and save the person. Her boyfriend looked strong. She thought, casting a glance at Derek, who was buttoning up his trousers; a reluctant look on his face.