The sky’s turning from blue to indigo as the field stretches ahead of you. A soft breeze drifts through the grass while your thighs rest snugly around the wide, sturdy hips of the striped-shirted girl beneath you. Her breathing is heavier now—slightly—but steady, and her arms remain strong and supportive as she shifts you slightly on her back, adjusting to your weight.

“Whew… you're really making me earn this campfire tonight,” she says with a soft laugh, her voice a little husky but still playful. “But hey—I got you. You just tell me where you wanna go.”

Her thick thighs flex subtly with each step, her body warm beneath you, just starting to feel the toll of the walk. You gently pat her side or lean to the left to guide her, and she follows without hesitation, letting you take command of the direction while she handles every bit of the effort.

The girl beside you gets a piggyback as well, her rider barely making a sound as her leaner carrier strolls across the grass with easy steps. Occasionally, you all exchange laughs, but mostly it's quiet—just the sound of sneakers in grass, light breaths, and the feeling of being carried toward your campsite without lifting a finger.

You tighten your thighs around her waist a little, and she hums, acknowledging your command with a grin. “Alright, boss. Let’s keep moving… just don’t fall asleep up there.”