Pinning me to the tree, pulling my knickers to the side and driving his fingers into me. While he does I grip the bark, my nails clawing at it, feeling the ridges and furrows as he plays with mine.

He spins me around and drives into me from behind, still holding onto the tree. When he pushes me forward, the bark brushes over my skin, the roughness a counterpoint to his smooth shaft.

When we cum, my nails pull away a patch of bark and I watch as a little bit of sap seeps out and trickles down the trunk.