A red mark in the shape of the crop glows bright red against her pale cheek. As Lil’ Red crawled into the makeshift tent, she heard a rustling again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice “What are you doing in my tent?” Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the only expression in her eyes. XXX She moans out as he thrusts inside of her, his hands gripping into her thighs. He reached out, grabbing a rope hanging from a branch on the tree. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the dampness between her legs growing more.
