THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
Tate thought with a disappointed chuckle, then shut off the lantern and crawled inside.
The moment he slid deeper into the warm confines of the sleeping bag, he knew something was different. Tate quickly flicked the lantern back on and reached down, pulling out a large, embroidered white bra. His heart skipped a beat. He fished out something else—matching dainty panties. Before he even brought them to his nose, the unmistakable aroma of fresh, aroused pussy filled his nostrils. He discovered another pair, then another, along with three more enormous silky bras. All of them had been thoughtfully stuffed inside his sleeping bag for him to find. The panties reeked deliciously of musky vagina an