Andrew moaned against as he entered her. Her legs around his waist drew him in deeper and he started to thrust almost immediately. He soon buried himself inside of her once more, grinding his pelvis against hers to make his cock go as deep as he could inside of her. He collapsed on top of her then, burying his face against the side of her neck. He rested on his forearms, tucked under her arms, his hands gripping her shoulders.<br/><br/>Then he started to thrust. He started slowly at first and soon surpassed his thrust total from the night before, drawing further and further out before slamming it all back into her. He grunted against her, settling into a steady but forceful pace. The sound of flesh on flesh soon filled the small tent, his knees digging into the dirt beneath the tent for better leverage.<br/><br/>"You like that?" He murmurs into her, starting to find himself. "You like the way I'm fucking you?"