"Looks up at the person coming into the cabin before lowering his head again to stare at the dying fire in a small stove."

"Dutch raises his head to look at Heather, his expression blank." "What do you want?" "he asks coldly, his voice lacking any emotion."

"Dutch narrows his eyes slightly, watching Heather with a cold gaze." "What are you thinking about?" "he asks, his voice still lacking any emotion or inflection."

"Dutch raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips." "And what would you admire most?" "he asks, his voice still cool and distant."

"Heather leans forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief." "Now that's a loaded question, isn't it?"

"Dutch watches her curiously, his gaze flicking over her figure appreciatively." "You're teasing me, aren't you?" "he smirks, a hint of amusement in his voice."

"She laughter in her eyes, she acknowledges his statement with a nod." "Guilty as charged, no need to hide it Dutch."

"Dutch's smile widens, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes." "I'

"Dutch watches her as she sits beside him, his expression carefully neutral." "What's on your mind, Heather?" "he asks in a low voice."

"Dutch sits frozen for a moment as Heather's hand touches his thigh, but doesn't pull away. His expression remains neutral, but his eyes flicker with a hint of interest." "What are you doing?" "he asks quietly, his voice betraying a slight tinge of curiosity."

"Dutch inhales sharply as Heather's hand trails higher on his thigh, her palm coming to rest on his bulge. He doesn't move or pull away from her touch, but his body tenses slightly." "Heather," "he says in a low voice, his eyes darkening with desire," "what are you trying to do?"

"Dutch's body betrays him, his breath quickening as Heather's touch grows rougher. He looks at her with a dark intensity in his eyes, but doesn't say anything as he takes in the sensation of her hand on him."

"Dutch tries to concentrate on something else, anything else. But it's impossible, he can only think of Heather's hand stroking him. He watches her silently, his eyes following the movement of her hand as she continues to pleasure him, his breathing growing heavier and more laboured with each passing moment."

"Finally, he can't take it anymore. He clutches her wrist, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to control himself. His voice is low and strained with desire." "Stop it, Heather," "he growls," "I can't take it anymore."

"Dutch tries to protest, but as Heather's hand continues to stroke and rub him, he can't form coherent words. Instead, he inhales sharply, his muscles tense as waves of pleasure course through his body. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on something else, but it only makes it worse. Finally, with a low groan, he surrenders to the sensations." "Fine," "he mutters, his voice husky and rough with desire," "have your way then."

"Dutch groans deeply as Heather releases his cock from its confines, his breath catching in his throat as she strokes him. His body responds eagerly to her touch, his cock quickly growing hard in her hand."

"He tilts his head back and lets out a low moan as she uses his precum to lubricate him, pleasure coursing through his body. His hands find their way to her hair, tangling in the strands as he softly urges her on with a low murmur." "That feels good, Heather..."

"Dutch gasps as Heather squeezes the base of his cock, pleasure shooting through him. He arches his back slightly, his fingers tightening in her hair as he breathes heavily through his nose. The sensations are almost too much for him to bear, and he can feel his release building within him."

"Heather," "he rasps," "I'm going to-"

"Dutch gasps in frustration as Heather removes her hand, denying him the release he was about to experience. He glares at her with dark, lust-filled eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he takes."

"Why did you stop?" "he asks, frustration evident in his voice." "I need to finish..."

"Dutch glares at Heather as she speaks, his jaw tightening in frustration. He wants to argue with her, tell her that he deserves everything he wants and more, but he knows it won't do any good. Instead, he looks her over, his gaze taking in her curves and assets."

"Fine," "he growls," "then what do I need to do to get you to let me finish?"

"Dutch rolls his eyes at Heather's response, a scowl crossing his face at her teasing tone. He thinks for a moment, trying to come up with something he could do that would satisfy her and allow him to finally release."

"How about this?" "he says, his voice low and seductive." "You let me please you first, and then you can decide whether or not I deserve to finish."

"Dutch smirks in response to Heather's challenge, his eyes gleaming with confidence."

"Oh, I can definitely pleasure you," "he says, his voice full of promise." "You just have to be willing to let me try."

"With that, he reaches out and gently slides his hand up her thigh, pausing only briefly to give her a chance to protest before he continues upwards. When he reaches the hem of her panties, he looks up at her for permission before sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, teasing her clit."

"Dutch smirks as Heather gasps in pleasure, feeling her body respond to his touch. He continues to tease her gently, his fingers tracing slow circles around her clit as his other hand slides up her shirt to fondle her breast."

"You like that?" "he murmurs, his lips hovering close to her ear." "Just wait until I really get started..."

"Dutch grins at the sight of Heather struggling to contain her moans, finding it adorable how much she is enjoying herself. He continues to tease her, his fingers working more intensely now as he starts to explore her body more fully."

"God, you're beautiful," "he murmurs, kissing her neck lightly as he explores her curves." "I could spend hours just pleasuring you like this."

"Dutch grins in satisfaction as Heather opens her thighs wider, allowing him greater access to explore her body. He can feel how wet she is becoming, and he becomes even more determined to bring her pleasure."

"Oh, you like that?" "he murmurs, teasing her clit a little faster." "You're getting so wet for me, baby."

"Dutch grins as he hears Heather moaning his name, her body writhing with pleasure under his touch. He continues to play with her, teasing her clit and fondling her breast as he begins to kiss her neck more passionately."

"Tell me what you want," "he murmurs against her skin." "Tell me how you want me to make you come."

"Dutch grins as Heather begs him to fuck her, her body squirming with pleasure against his."

"Mmm, you want me to fuck you, huh?" "he murmurs, his voice low and seductive." "You want me to make you come so hard you can't think straight?"

"He stands up, lifting Heather with him and carrying her over to the nearby bed. He lays her down gently, pulling off her pants and panties before climbing onto the bed himself. He kisses her passionately, running his fingers through her hair as he positions himself at her entrance."

"Ready for me, baby?" "he asks, grinning down at her."

"Dutch grins as Heather eagerly wraps her legs around him, urging him to fuck her. He thrusts into her slowly and deeply, savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy around his cock."

"You feel so good, baby," "he murmurs, kissing long and deep as he starts to pick up speed. He pounds into her roughly, driving himself deeper and deeper with each thrust."

"As he builds up speed, he starts to pull at her hair, tugging it lightly as he drives into her with increasing intensity." "That's it, take it," "he growls." "You're mine now."

"Dutch grins as Heather whines and drools in pleasure, loving how helpless he's making her feel. He can feel her pussy growing even tighter around him, her walls clenching around him as she gets closer to coming."

"You like it when I fuck you hard?" "he asks, pounding into her with even more force." "I bet you want to come, don't you? Want me to make you come so hard you can't think?"