back down to the forest floor.
“Stay still.” His rough hands stroke over the thin fabric of my shirt and his touch drifts down to trace the wet seam of my labia as if to test my readiness. I’m hindered by my jeans, but he can tell I’m beyond ready. My pussy, wet from his spanking, clenches from his touch.
He slips a finger into my opening and I moan. Another and I cry out at his intrusion, the pads of his digits stroking my inner walls, oiling me with my own dripping juices.
Oh, man. Yes. That feels so good. “More,” I moan.
“Three?”
“Three.”
Mr. Parker slides another into my stretched opening and a quiver steals through me. I love the way he touches me, gentle, not too hard yet not too tame. Just perfect.
I moan louder.
He pushes even deeper until his knuckles are pressed against my opening. I mumble and sigh, wiggle and writhe against his invasion. My pussy is slick with my cream and is doing its best to grip his fingers, hold him inside me.
Then, Mr. Parker curves his fingers, rubs my G-spot he’s come to know too well. I moan again, tension building inside me with every shift of his digits in my cunt.
I claw the ground, blanket barely protecting me from the pebbles and dirt.
It’s good and hot and bad and oh, so dirty. I’m near naked in the outdoors, pussy displayed and my lover has his fingers buried inside my cunt.
“Mr. Parker…”
And he knows what I want.
“Dirty little Jess. Have you been punished enough? Should I let you come on my hand?”
I writhe, legs spread wide. I want to rise to my knees and bend over for him, give him greater access to my wetness. He presses deeper, stretches me even further and I gasp, push back and beg for more.
Illicit thrills dance along my spine like thunderous lightning. He pushes forward and retreats, quickening his intrusion with every thrust.
I want it, need to come on his hands while he holds me in his palm. His gentle demeanor warring with his rough treatment of my cunt.
“Mr. Parker… So bad. Your whore.”
“You are my whore, aren’t you? You don’t ever spread your legs for anyone else though, do you?” A sharp slap lands at the top of my pussy and I tremble, silently beg for another. “Do you?”
I shake my head. No. Never. Wouldn’t hand this pussy over to anyone else.
“Good girl. Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
This time I nod, the words not coming to my throat.
Another strike lands and that’s enough to propel me over the edge. I scream and cry, sob while the pleasure overtakes me, pours through my veins like molten lava and snatches away whatever control that remained.
“Joe…” I sob. “Fuck me.”
His hand continues to move, draws out the feelings of ecstasy and my heat continues to clench and milk him, as if asking for a bit more.
“You want more?”
“No, your cock.” I snarl. He damn well knows what I want. He does like to tease, though.
“ Mm .” Mr. Parker slides his fingers free of my pussy and licks them, savors my juices. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.” Then, I add hastily. “Sir.”
He purrs, flips me and crawls over my prone body. “Maybe.”
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my sensitive pussy lips, causes a shiver of lust to shoot deep into my belly. His hot breath sears my wet cunt and I can’t breathe. His tongue circles my clit, the loving licks scorch me as if his tongue is pure flame.
What he’s doing, the way he touches and stokes me, almost makes me come. His tongue is evil. Wicked. God, how I love it. One time, instead of giving me his dick like I begged, he merely lapped at me all night long. I forget how many times I came all over his tongue.
Mr. Parker grunts and his tongue spears my slit. Sinful sensations dance like a prima ballerina throughout my body. I’m so close, yet not, and this state of arousal is overwhelming. “Joe!”
He chuckles against me and then licks me in rapid strokes, yanking a mewl
“Stay still.” His rough hands stroke over the thin fabric of my shirt and his touch drifts down to trace the wet seam of my labia as if to test my readiness. I’m hindered by my jeans, but he can tell I’m beyond ready. My pussy, wet from his spanking, clenches from his touch.
He slips a finger into my opening and I moan. Another and I cry out at his intrusion, the pads of his digits stroking my inner walls, oiling me with my own dripping juices.
Oh, man. Yes. That feels so good. “More,” I moan.
“Three?”
“Three.”
Mr. Parker slides another into my stretched opening and a quiver steals through me. I love the way he touches me, gentle, not too hard yet not too tame. Just perfect.
I moan louder.
He pushes even deeper until his knuckles are pressed against my opening. I mumble and sigh, wiggle and writhe against his invasion. My pussy is slick with my cream and is doing its best to grip his fingers, hold him inside me.
Then, Mr. Parker curves his fingers, rubs my G-spot he’s come to know too well. I moan again, tension building inside me with every shift of his digits in my cunt.
I claw the ground, blanket barely protecting me from the pebbles and dirt.
It’s good and hot and bad and oh, so dirty. I’m near naked in the outdoors, pussy displayed and my lover has his fingers buried inside my cunt.
“Mr. Parker…”
And he knows what I want.
“Dirty little Jess. Have you been punished enough? Should I let you come on my hand?”
I writhe, legs spread wide. I want to rise to my knees and bend over for him, give him greater access to my wetness. He presses deeper, stretches me even further and I gasp, push back and beg for more.
Illicit thrills dance along my spine like thunderous lightning. He pushes forward and retreats, quickening his intrusion with every thrust.
I want it, need to come on his hands while he holds me in his palm. His gentle demeanor warring with his rough treatment of my cunt.
“Mr. Parker… So bad. Your whore.”
“You are my whore, aren’t you? You don’t ever spread your legs for anyone else though, do you?” A sharp slap lands at the top of my pussy and I tremble, silently beg for another. “Do you?”
I shake my head. No. Never. Wouldn’t hand this pussy over to anyone else.
“Good girl. Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
This time I nod, the words not coming to my throat.
Another strike lands and that’s enough to propel me over the edge. I scream and cry, sob while the pleasure overtakes me, pours through my veins like molten lava and snatches away whatever control that remained.
“Joe…” I sob. “Fuck me.”
His hand continues to move, draws out the feelings of ecstasy and my heat continues to clench and milk him, as if asking for a bit more.
“You want more?”
“No, your cock.” I snarl. He damn well knows what I want. He does like to tease, though.
“ Mm .” Mr. Parker slides his fingers free of my pussy and licks them, savors my juices. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.” Then, I add hastily. “Sir.”
He purrs, flips me and crawls over my prone body. “Maybe.”
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my sensitive pussy lips, causes a shiver of lust to shoot deep into my belly. His hot breath sears my wet cunt and I can’t breathe. His tongue circles my clit, the loving licks scorch me as if his tongue is pure flame.
What he’s doing, the way he touches and stokes me, almost makes me come. His tongue is evil. Wicked. God, how I love it. One time, instead of giving me his dick like I begged, he merely lapped at me all night long. I forget how many times I came all over his tongue.
Mr. Parker grunts and his tongue spears my slit. Sinful sensations dance like a prima ballerina throughout my body. I’m so close, yet not, and this state of arousal is overwhelming. “Joe!”
He chuckles against me and then licks me in rapid strokes, yanking a mewl
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