Surprisingly, out of all the events that transpired between you two the night before, it's the thought of masturbating in front of you that seems to drive the girl's face to compete with her hair... But you've got her worked up to the point that<em>not</em>handling it is even more problematic than handling it with an audience.<br/><br/>So, even as you start packing up around her, the woman wraps her fingers uncertainly around her shaft, and with an embarrassed groan begins to pump... slowly picking up speed, using the mixture of your saliva and the precum beading up on the tip of her cock as lubrication. Eventually, as her caresses stoke the fires of her need higher and higher, the embarrassment fades from her groans of pleasure, and her head rolls back... and leaning back (almost on top of Mr. Fluffles, which greatly disgruntles the little doombunny), she unleashes a small torrent of her "seed" onto the floor of the cave, creating a pool of the sticky white liquid in front of her feet...<br/><br/>"You... are wicked..." She mutters, coming back down from the fever pitch and looking around the ropes on her legs for your knot.