HAZEL
There is a rush that comes from having s*x in these woods, naked underneath the moonlight.
Squeezing Asher’s c**k with my bare hands, watching the pleasure drain the light out of his eyes. They are eerily dark and they seem to say, ‘if you don’t hurry the f**k up and insert me in your wet heat, I swear I’ll c*m on your fingers.
Even without words, he still manages to exude bossiness.
My p***y is so tight. Even though Asher’s c**k is glistening with my saliva, it’s still a hassle to get it all the way in. I bite my lip, hold back my moan. Sweat pools on my forehead. Each movement buries him a little deeper in my wetness.
I pull out of him and he hisses.
“Playing hard to get, are we?” his eyes gleam. They look desperate. Needy. I love it. Love seeing him this way.
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