Waterfall hike turns into needy fingering frenzy

We'd hiked deep into the jungle to this hidden waterfall, the roar of the water mixing with my racing heart, and I couldn't hold back anymore—my pussy aching from the tease of the mist on my skin. I stripped bottomless right there, my flat chest heaving under the thin pink top, and begged him to finger me hard against the rough rock, legs splayed wide so he could see my pubic hair and swollen clit begging for it. His thick fingers plunge into my dripping folds, stretching me just right, and I gasp, my hand gripping his arm, mouth open in needy whimpers as the waterfall crashes louder than my moans, my glasses slipping down my nose while I rock my hips, owned by the wild heat building inside me.