The sun-kissed river, cooled by the bridge we hid beneath, rushed by, almost knocking us down as he pounded into me. The slick brick scratched skin where my top rode up in time with our fucking.
Something sharp pricked my arm.
"Ow!"
A face appeared above, fishing rod held hard in surprise.
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