Just survived a cave-in in the Andes. The dust hasn't settled, and my hands won't stop shaking—not from fear, but from the raw, untamed energy still coursing through me. When you're certain you're about to be crushed by a mountain, every sense becomes unbearably sharp. The taste of dirt, the smell of my own sweat... the way my body screams to be claimed, hard and fast, before it's too late.

I stumbled out into the sunlight, my cunt aching and slick, imagining being thrown against the nearest boulder. Not for gentle comfort, but for a brutal, claiming fuck. To have my shorts ripped off, my legs forced apart, and a thick cock driven into me so deep it feels like it's reaching my soul. To be taken with the same violent indifference as the rockslide, until my screams echo through the valley and my body is marked with proof I'm alive.

The irony isn't lost on me. I cheat death to find life, and all I can think about is how desperately I need to feel someone else's pulse pounding inside me. The closest brush with mortality just leaves me starving for the most primal connection there is.

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