[ she all but melts against him, syrupy and comfortable, back arched a bit once he's grabbing her ass. even just the sound of his voice pulls a reaction from her, something physical and tangible, makes her hum against his shirt before she tips her chin up to look at him properly ] Need you to fuck me. I wanna sit on your lap and ride you. [ there was probably a subtle way of saying this stuff, but Gwen's never been one to go that route. she's taking steps backwards with him, pulling him towards one of the little curtained-off areas of the tent, with pillows and blankets thrown on the floor, a perfect nest for something kind of filthy. she doesn't close the curtain behind them.

instead she's just reaching down to unbuckle his belt, push his fly down fast. impatient. ]

Remember when I climbed on your lap during that movie? Like that. [ people watched, that's what she's getting at ] Only I don't want to you to hold back. Fuck me filthy. I need- [ need, again. whatever she drank is making her feel so damn needy. it makes her pause for a second, but she's not mad about it ] I need you to make me beg for it. Nnh. [ wait, not that ] It's so hard to focus, daddy. I just need you.