1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404
Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad
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shoulders, my lips parting to allow him deeper access. Marty growls, his hands roaming my body, gripping my ass and pulling me closer. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, my pussy clenching with need.
“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You want me to fuck you, to make you scream with pleasure.”
I nod, unable to speak, my mind a haze of desire and need. Marty smirks, his hand reaching down to grip my thigh, lifting me up and depositing me on a fallen tree. I gasp as my ass hits the rough bark, but Marty is already there, his mouth on my pussy, his tongue exploring my folds.
“Ohhhhh,” I moan, my head falling back as pleasure washes over me. Marty’s tongue is magic, flicking and swirling, teasing my clit until I’m on the brink of release. But just as I’m about to come, he pulls away, leaving me panting and desperate.
“Please,” I beg, my hands gripping his hair, pulling him back towards me. But Marty is in control, and he takes his time, his fingers teasing my entrance as his mouth sucks and nibbles on my clit.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice full of raw desire. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, my hips bucking as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
Marty’s fingers plunge into me, hard and deep, and I cry out as he curls them, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. He fucks me with his fingers, his mouth still on my clit, and I feel myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Amber,” Marty commands, his voice a low rumble. “Come for me now.”
And I do, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my body trembling and shaking. Marty doesn’t relent, his fingers and mouth working until I’m a quivering mess, unable to think or move or do anything but feel.
Finally, he pulls away, his lips glistening with my juices. He stands, his hardness evident through his jeans, and he reaches for me, pulling you to your feet.
“Turn around,” he growls, and I obey, your heart pounding as I bend over the fallen tree. Marty’s hands roam my body, gripping my hips and pulling me back against him. I feel his hardness pressing against me, and I gasp as he enters my pussy, hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass as he drives into me again and again.
“You feel so good,” Marty growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “So fucking tight and wet.”
I can only moan in response, my body moving in time with his, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. Marty follows me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he cums deep inside me, his cock twitching and jerking as he fills me with his seed.
1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404
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