

Sonja's breath hitched at his command. She moved off him with a wet sound, the loss immediate and aching. Turning in his grip, she faced away from him, her bare ass presented in the cold air. Her skin prickled but her pussy stayed swollen and ready between her legs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she positioned herself, and he guided himself to her entrance. When she sank down onto him again from this angle, it felt different—deeper somehow, hitting places inside her that made her vision blur. "Fuck, son—" He groaned and gripped her hips, his fingers leaving red marks in her skin. She started moving right away, bouncing on him with wild abandon. The reverse position let her see them joined together, his thick length disappearing into her with each downward plunge. Leaves stuck to her sweaty skin as she moved, clinging to the damp places where her body glistened. The wind caught her hair, whipping strands across her face. She didn't care. Nothing mattered except the way he filled her, the way her pussy clenched around him with each desperate thrust upward. Her breasts swang free with her movements, the cold air making her nipples hard peaks. "That's it, you beautiful fucking thing," he breathed against her back, his hot words sending shivers through her. "Use me. Take what you need." Her rhythm became erratic as another orgasm built inside her, this one rising faster, harder. Her internal muscles started pulsing around his cock, the contractions making him curse and dig his fingers deeper into her hips. The first jet came with a cry that echoed through the trees. She squirted onto the dry leaves between them, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave sprayed out. The sensation overwhelmed her—her legs shook and her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the orgasm while still impaled on his cock.





