Slide

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The night air was warmer than usual, and Ember noticed the peeking of a crescent moon through the flaps of the leaves as Slide fell to his knees. He breathed her in frantically, squeezing her thighs and helping her shove down her pants and underwear by curling his thumbs into the waistband.

“Wait,” Ember whispered.

Slide looked up, like a servant groveling at his queen’s feet. It made her bite her lip so hard that she thought it might bleed.

“I want to taste you,” she said in a low, sultry voice.

Slide remained frozen as she went down onto her knees, then removed her T-shirt in one flawless motion. Her breasts felt crisp in the evening air and even more powerful when Slide wrapped his hands around them. They made out like this, wet lips smacking hard and loud, as Slide reached behind her and set her orbs free.

She gasped as her bra fell to the forest floor. Slide grinned, gazing down at her breasts like they were his only life source.

Ember could feel her desire writhing around inside her as he looked at her. She adored his admiration for her naked form. But she wanted to make him feel good first.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

Slide did as he was told, and Ember began unbuckling his pants. She could already feel the steel rod beneath his boxers and felt her p***y dripping inside her underwear. His c**k, both large and perfectly curved, sprang free as Slide let out a sigh.

“Oh, Ember,” he said, already lost in the sea of ecstasy.

It had been a while since Ember had given a blow job, but she figured it was a lot like riding a bike. Except that this bike was much larger, with a taller seat than she could have ever anticipated.

She looked up at him, his ripped body outlined by the moonlight’s shine. She watched him whimper as she placed a hand around the base of his c**k, then guided it inside her soaking mouth.

“f**k!” he bellowed.

Ember could feel her body aching as she moved him in and out of her mouth. He was long, so she did her best to let the head of d**k touch the back of her throat, taking in as much as she could physically take.

Slide had thrown his head back into the dark and was moaning her name repeatedly. The power she had over him made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.

“You’re so wonderful,” Slide said in a hushed tone.

He touched the back of her head gently, guiding her sopping mouth over his entire length and width. Just before she became lost in her control of him, Slide took her by the shoulders, then lifted her. Ember was in a daze of desire, panting from the intake of his massive size.

“Turn around for me, gorgeous,” Slide said.

His eyes were ablaze with lust, and Ember did as she was asked. He removed her pants and underwear simultaneously, pushing them into the abandoned pile of their clothing.

Ember leaned against the tree and stuck her ass up into the air. Slide moaned as he rubbed her lovely peach, crouching down briefly to take her into his mouth. She felt his tongue move inside her asshole, and she let out a sharp puff of air. The sensation was new but all the more gratifying.

Slide stood up and rubbed his c**k up and down. He groaned as he eased himself inside of her soaking p***y, which made Ember open her mouth with a silent expression of pleasure.

“f**k, Slide,” she exclaimed.

Ember held onto the tree as Slide began stroking himself inside of her. As usual, he was gentle and considerate, making sure there was no way he was going to injure her.

She knew, though, that this wasn’t possible because Slide was able to make her so f*****g wet. He was able to slide in and out of her with a painless proficiency. It only made her plead with him to go harder and to fill her all the way with his throbbing manhood.

Ember whimpered as her body surged with anticipatory sensations, her skin prickled, the keen plow of his c**k rubbing against her spongey insides. She watched as her breasts swung and bounced in front of her like a glorious pendulum, smacking against the skin of her chest. The sight of her breasts and the pleasure she felt watching them bounce up and down made her feel even dirtier.

“Yes, baby! Don’t stop. Keep f*****g me!” Ember pleaded.

She felt him increase his speed just as she had wanted. Their damp skin clapped together in a beautiful, sexy orchestra of sound. Ember was overwhelmed by his musky scent, her vanilla and sage perfumed fragrance, and the clawing of his nails deep into her hips.

The way he groaned intermittently, trying to keep his composure, only made her want him more. She shoved her hips back into him as her sight blurred in front of her, the mountain of her orgasm climbing high, ready to drop hard into her.

“f**k, yes, Slide!” she groaned.

He collided with her at a sporadic pace until she no longer could feel her limbs. First, her body went numb, then a cascade of spectacular, glittery light shot through her. It made her legs shake. The muscles of her arms tightened around the tree she was grasping. Pleasure filled her to the brim, and she couldn’t contain it anymore, and it pulsed like a shooting star through her.

She shuddered against him with deep rolls of her body, continuing to feel him stroking inside of her as she rode the wave of her climax. It didn’t take much longer for him to explode, shooting himself deep inside her as he whispered her name over and over again.

“Ember, oh Ember,” he murmured into her shoulder.