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Obsidian Forest
Who needs more of an invitation than that? I looked at her, as she looked back up at me, as best she could. I licked my lips slowly, and drew my jeans down, taking them off, and stroking my erect shaft slowly, looking into her eyes. She didn’t seem to be distressed by it, so I moved behind her. I placed my hands on her hips. She was tied up securely, and could not move, but the way she was tight made her flex her muscles a bit. This made her all the more tight and hot. I pressed the tip of my thick cock at the entrance of her tight tunnel, and the actually released a long, low moan. It was not the sound of fear or pain, it was inviting pleasure. I had bested her in battle, and now this would be my reward. I was happy to take it too. I slowly pulled myself forward and then pulled her back, just a bit. She couldn’t be moved much, but my length slid pretty easily into her. She was already becoming wet. i wondered if she had actually started getting wet through the fight. Was this her intention all along? I released a heavy, shuddering sigh, and began to stroke, back and forth, feeling her tight sex clinging to my cock, sucking on it as I moved. Her body was eager, that was for sure, and her bated breath, panting softly, releasing the occasional sound of pleasure as I pressed my thick masculinity into her. I felt like I was going to burst already. The adrenaline, and then this? I stroked back and forth, those tight walls seizing around me tightly, the angle of her back making the tip of my sensitive organ rub against the back wall of her tight tunnel. I began to speed up slowly, feeling that burning, heavy heat in my chest, telling me that I was gonna be well rewarded at the end of this. Faster and harder my hips went, and I actually stood up, my knees bent, leaning over her, to get in as deep as I could, thumping her from behind. I closed my eyes tightly, and then sped up again, panting heavily, my body wracked with pleasure already, and soon to be shredded with still more. I was not even paying attention to the sounds of pleasure anymore from the vixen, until I felt her go ungodly tight around me, and she wailed, her voice vibrating the ground, as he muzzle was pressed close to it. her thick, copious honey splashed against my balls as they slapped her sex, my cock pressing in deep with my vigorous thrusting, and that glistening wetness ran down her thighs, as I grunted loudly, and felt my body convulse slightly, and I sent thick ropes of hot white cum deep into her tight sex, crying out loudly, shaking, as I came hard, those rapid pulses filling her sex easily and quickly. I pressed in deep, to let it run into her fully, some of that heavy white seed dripping from her pussy in hot, gelatinous globs, among the leaves, and her own juices, which were soaking the forest floor. I held her like this for a while, groaning with pleasure, as I gave her every single drop, then pulled away slowly. I untied the poor girl, not at all wanting to leave her like that, and she rolled onto her back, resting a while, her muscles probably sore from being tied up. I then dressed and walked away, leaving her resting on the forest floor, panting happily. So, I have taken all my camping gear, and I am going back to that forest, with the intention that, whether the vixen kills me, or I die of old age at her side, I will never return.
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