The_gladiator
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Dan felt her hand and was almost surprised that he didn’t embarrass himself right then and there just with her touch. “Fuck,” he whispered into her neck as she touched him, as she slid against him and came once more.
His hands pulled free of her pants. His own pants were around his ankles having fallen away. He yanked hers down, his wet fingers leaving little smears of her juices along her skin as he pulled down the thong and jeans. He then turned her around, had pressing on her back, encouraging her to lean forward to brace against the tree, or the ground, some way that gave her access to him.
He stepped in behind her and let his cockhead brush along her slit wetting it. He rocked slowly against her entering her inch by inch as her wetness coated his cock, easing his passage into her tight pussy. He let himself rest deep inside her for a few heartbeats, before he pulled back. Drawing back so only the head remained inside her his hands gripped her hips and he thrust into her hard and deep, fast, now that he was sure their bodies were ready for it. So many slammed in that first stroke and sometimes that worked, but more often that first stroke had to be eased in, and then and only then could the dramatic thrust happen.
To say he wanted her was an understatement. “Yes,” he hissed with the pleasure as he began to build a rhythm.
His hands pulled free of her pants. His own pants were around his ankles having fallen away. He yanked hers down, his wet fingers leaving little smears of her juices along her skin as he pulled down the thong and jeans. He then turned her around, had pressing on her back, encouraging her to lean forward to brace against the tree, or the ground, some way that gave her access to him.
He stepped in behind her and let his cockhead brush along her slit wetting it. He rocked slowly against her entering her inch by inch as her wetness coated his cock, easing his passage into her tight pussy. He let himself rest deep inside her for a few heartbeats, before he pulled back. Drawing back so only the head remained inside her his hands gripped her hips and he thrust into her hard and deep, fast, now that he was sure their bodies were ready for it. So many slammed in that first stroke and sometimes that worked, but more often that first stroke had to be eased in, and then and only then could the dramatic thrust happen.
To say he wanted her was an understatement. “Yes,” he hissed with the pleasure as he began to build a rhythm.