Wood Nymph
It was a warm Indian summer day, but it was Elk season. You were following a big buck, when you smelled Marajuana. You frowned as you feared a high hunter might be near, which you felt was needlessly dangerous. You continued cautiously on, wiping sweat from your brow. Soon you came around a bend, to a slight clearing. There you found the source of the Marajuana smell. There was no hunter. It was a young woman. You quickly forgot about the elk you were following; this young brunette was buck naked, drunk as a skunk, and flying higher than an eagle. Sitting and swaying on a log, she looked like a sexy wood nymph. Above her, you noticed a no hunting sign. Normally you would be disappointed. However, looking upon the wood nymph, was very exciting, and arousing you realized, your cock hard within your jeans. You stood in a trance, unsure what exactly to do. Soon she solved that for you, when she looked upon you with bloodshot eyes. “Hello. I'm Hyllisei, I own thiss...