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"You're always so tense, baby," she cooed, her fingers dancing across his neck, pressing firmly into the tight muscles. His eyes fluttered shut as a sigh of relief slipped from his lips. It had been a long week, and the gentle massage was a heavenly reprieve from the relentless grind of his office job. The living room, dimly lit by the flickering glow of the TV, was a welcome sanctuary. "You're right," he murmured, his voice a gruff acknowledgment of his exhaustion. The leather sofa groaned as he shifted his weight, allowing her to better work her magic. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a tantalizing bouquet of jasmine and vanilla that never failed to stir his senses. Her hand slid down his chest, pausing briefly over his heart, which hammered in his ribcage like a drum in a marching band. He could feel the warmth of her skin through his shirt, a stark contrast to the cool fabric. A soft chuckle escaped her as she watched his reaction, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know what you need," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. He leaned into her touch, his body responding instinctively. Her hand trailed lower, reaching the waistband of his pants. With a teasing smile, she unbuttoned them, the sound echoing through the quiet room. His eyes snapped open, a silent question in his gaze. Her answer was a slow, deliberate tug, freeing his erection from the confines of his boxers. The cool air brushed against his sensitive skin, making him gasp. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm but gentle, stroking him in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of his heart. His eyes closed again, his mind focusing solely on the sensation of her touch. With a deftness that spoke of experience and desire, she bent down, her lips brushing against his neck. He felt the softness of her hair against his cheek, the warmth of her breath as she kissed a trail down his chest. When she took him into her mouth, the world around them disappeared, leaving only the wet heat and the exquisite pressure of her lips and tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She took him deeper, her hand moving in sync with her mouth, her movements confident and practiced. He could feel his climax building, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen. But she knew him well; she knew when to slow down, when to let him savor the moment. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a silent challenge that sent a thrill down his spine. The room grew hotter, the sound of their breathing the only thing breaking the silence. His hand found its way into her hair, his grip tightening as she picked up the pace once more. Her eyes remained locked on his, the fire in them speaking volumes about what was to come. The anticipation was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. With a final, desperate groan, he came, his body spasming as he released into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, never breaking eye contact, the satisfaction on her face as palpable as the pulsing in his veins. He leaned back, his chest heaving, feeling both drained and invigorated. But she wasn't done with him yet. With a smirk, she straddled his lap, her own arousal evident in the slickness between her legs. She reached behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples already hard and begging for his touch. He didn't need an invitation. His hands cupped her, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks as she rocked against him. The TV played on in the background, a muted soundtrack to their passion. But all he could hear was the hammering of his heart and the slick sounds of their bodies coming together. She ground against him, her breath hitching as she reached for her own climax. And when she did, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of their world. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss it, to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. His hands roamed her body, feeling the curves and dips that he knew so well, yet somehow felt new and exciting every time. He was hard again, a testament to his desire for her, and she was more than ready. With a fluid motion, she stood up, pulling him with her. She led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, casting shadows that danced across the walls. The bed, already turned down, beckoned to them like a lover's embrace. They tumbled onto the sheets, a tangle of limbs and passion. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining as if they were trying to devour each other. His hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly, revealing inch by inch of the smooth, soft skin beneath. The fabric pooled around her waist, revealing the lacy thong that matched her bra. He slid it down her legs, kissing a trail from her navel to her mound. She was wet and ready for him, her scent intoxicating. He teased her with feather-light kisses, feeling her squirm beneath him. When he finally dipped his tongue into her, she arched her back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. He lapped at her, savoring her taste, her reactions, the way she trembled when he hit just the right spot. Her hands found his hair, gripping tightly as she urged him on. He felt the tension in her body build, her legs tightening around his head. He knew she was close, so close, and he didn't stop. He could feel her orgasm approaching like a wave about to crest, and he wanted to ride it with her. And when it did, she bucked against his mouth, her cries filling the room. As she came down from her high, he kissed his way back up her body, his erection pressing against her thigh. She opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "I want you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you inside me." He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her desire, the slickness that told him she was ready. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face contort with pleasure. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. Their rhythm grew faster, more erratic, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time. He could feel her walls tightening around him, could see the desperation in her eyes as she approached another climax. And when she reached it, it was with a scream that seemed to shatter the very air around them. He followed her over the edge, the force of his release so intense it was almost painful. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing in tandem. For a moment, they just lay there, panting, savoring the aftershocks of their shared passion. Then she turned over, now he was on the bed now. And without further warning she rode him, her thighs straddling his hips, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, and whispered in his ear, "You're mine, all of you." He groaned, the sensation of her wetness enveloping him like a warm embrace. Her movements grew more urgent, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that had him on the edge once more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain that only served to drive him further into the abyss of desire. He could feel her tightening around him, her breaths growing ragged. He thrust upward, meeting her movements with his own, their bodies crashing together like waves against the shore. The room spun around them, a whirlwind of passion and need. Her orgasm hit like a storm, her body convulsing around him as she threw her head back, her hair a wild tapestry against the candlelit walls. He followed her over the edge, his own release hot and powerful. They stayed connected, their hearts racing, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of ecstasy. After a moment, she leaned down, her soft lips capturing his in a gentle kiss that spoke of love and lust intertwined. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the candles slowly burning down, their light casting a warm glow over their sated forms. The air was thick with the scent of sex and desire, a heady perfume that lingered like a lover's promise. But the night was still young, and their hunger for each other hadn't been fully sated. With a smoldering look, she began to trace her fingers down his chest again, her touch setting his skin alight with a new wave of sensation. He knew what she wanted, what they both needed. And as she kissed a path down his body, he felt himself harden once more, ready for the next round of passion that awaited them.

She steps into the shower, closing the curtain behind her. The warm water cascades down her body, washing away the remnants of her day. It's been a long one, filled with meetings and deadlines and endless emails. But now, as she stands here under the stream of water, she feels a strange sense of peace. She leans her head back against the tiles, letting the water pound against her shoulders. She goes over to grab the soap on the shelf, but then accidently dropped it. As she bends over to pick up the soap someone stepped behind her and muffled her scream with their hand, "It's ok babe" It's her boyfriend, she freezes. He had done this a few times before, but she couldn't prepare herself for his giant penis getting shoved up her pussy. She grips the edge of the tub, trying to steady herself as he begins to thrust into her. It feels strange, but familiar. He's been working out, she thinks as he pins her against the tile. He's surprisingly strong. She tries to focus on the sensation, but it's overwhelming. She can feel herself starting to get wet, her muscles tensing. "That's it," he whispers in her ear. "You're so fucking tight." His breath tickles her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel his erection throbbing inside her, pushing against her cervix. It's intense, but she can't help but enjoy the feeling of being so completely owned by him. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. He grunts and thrusts harder, slamming into her with a force that nearly knocks her off balance. The hot water cascading down her body only serves to heighten the sensation. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. "That's it, baby," he whispers hoarsely. "Give it all to me." His hips slide in and out of her, his muscles tense as he holds back his climax. She feels herself getting closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The shower's white tiles, now slick with condensation and water, reflect the frenzied expressions on their faces. His thrusts grow more urgent, and she can feel the familiar tightening in her stomach as she nears the edge. She wraps her arms around his neck, arching her back, and meets his frantic pace with her own desperate need for release. The water cascades down their bodies, running in rivulets over his taut stomach and disappearing into the drain. He groans, his hips bucking violently as he comes, filling her up with his warm cum. She feels it spill over, hot and sticky, as she clenches around him in orgasm. Her muscles tense, and she cries out, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. The tension in her body releases in a wave of pleasure that washes over her, leaving her shuddering. Do you like my smut Axolotle?

In the quiet town of Meadowbrook, where the chirping of birds at dawn was the only sound that ever woke anyone up, there lived a peculiar boy named Jake. Jake was an average student, with messy brown hair that always seemed to have a life of its own and a crooked smile that never quite made it to his eyes. He had a knack for blending into the background, which was quite convenient for a boy who preferred the solace of his thoughts over the chaos of high school drama. But what set Jake apart from the other sleepy-eyed teenagers was a secret so profound, so unbelievable, that it could have riled the very fabric of reality. It was a gloomy Tuesday afternoon, the kind that made you feel like the sun had simply decided to take a detour around the town. Jake was walking home from school, his backpack slumped over one shoulder, his eyes cast down at the pavement. His mind was a whirlwind of algebra equations and half-heard whispers about the weekend's parties that he'd never be invited to. As he approached the corner of Elm and Maple, something strange happened. The world around him grew eerily still. The rustling leaves froze mid-fall, the chatter of the distant birds was silenced, and the very air seemed to thicken. Jake looked around, his heart racing, but not a single person was moving. The cars on the street were like sculptures of metal and glass, and even the rain had paused, leaving droplets hanging in the air like tiny crystal beads. He took a tentative step forward, then another, watching as his sneaker squeaked against the concrete, the only sound in the silent symphony of a frozen world. His breath caught in his throat as he realized the gravity of what was happening. Time had stopped. He looked down at his watch, the second hand hovering in a perpetual moment of indecision. He tapped it, then held it up to his ear, listening for the steady tick-tock that had been a constant companion all his life. Nothing. The silence was deafening. He tried to call out, but his voice was trapped in the stagnant air. Panic began to set in, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. Was he dreaming? Dying? Or had he stumbled upon a glitch in the universe? Then, a thought occurred to him, as wild as the situation itself. If time had stopped, and no one could see him, could he...touch them? He reached out, his hand trembling, and brushed a strand of hair from the face of a girl in a red dress standing stock-still a few feet away. The softness of her skin sent a thrill through him. He had the power to interact with the world in a way no one else could. And with that thought, a grin began to spread across his face, one that was not at all innocent. The girl in the red dress was none other than Rachel, the object of Jake's unrequited affections since the first day of freshman year. Her golden hair and sapphire eyes had haunted his dreams for years, and now she was within his reach. His heart pounded in his chest as he took another step closer, his hand reaching out again to caress her cheek. She remained unchanged, a beautiful statue caught in the act of crossing the street. The thrill of the forbidden filled him, and he knew what he had to do. He took Rachel's hand, her fingers cool and unresponsive, and led her to the alley behind the convenience store. The shadows danced around them, thrown by the frozen streetlights, as he unfurled a picnic blanket he had stashed there earlier. With the care of a sculptor, he arranged her limbs, unbothered by the fact that she couldn't consent to his actions. The power was intoxicating. He could have her, and she would never know. The alley was his canvas, and Rachel was his masterpiece. Jake's breath grew ragged as he undressed her, his eyes feasting on every inch of her frozen beauty. His mind raced with excitement and guilt, a tumultuous cocktail that only amplified his desire. He felt like a god, bending the very laws of nature to his will. He kissed her, his hands exploring her body, and she remained unyielding, a silent participant in his twisted fantasy. As he unbuttoned his own pants, he felt a twinge of doubt, but it was quickly drowned out by the siren call of power. The moment was upon him, and he pushed aside his last shred of conscience. He positioned himself over Rachel, her eyes staring off into the void, and took her. The coldness of her skin sent a shiver down his spine, but it only served to fuel his dark thrill. He moved, feeling the illusion of warmth and life beneath him, and the sensation was overwhelming. He whispered sweet nothings into her unhearing ear, his voice echoing through the alley like a ghostly serenade. He had to try something, he put himself on top of Rachel his cock still deep inside her and tried unfreezing just her. It worked! At first she looked horrified and confused, but then he spoke, "No, give into me let me fuck you, enjoy it, moan." and it worked! Rachel's eyes went thick with desire and obeyed him. This was a revelation for Jake, he could now have anyone he wanted whenever he wanted. Rachel moaned and arched her back as he moved inside her, the sound music to his ears. He was no longer just a shy boy with a crush; he was a master of time and pleasure. The alley became his playground, and Rachel, his first subject in a world of endless opportunities. After Rachel, Jake discovered that he could freeze and unfreeze anyone at will, as long as they were within his line of sight. He started to visit different places, seeking out other unsuspecting girls to indulge his desires. The school hallways, the local park, even the crowded shopping mall became his personal harem. He grew bolder with each encounter, crafting elaborate scenes that played out only for him. Then he told his friends minds and had them all meet at his house for a sex party and convinced (mind controled) Rachel and all her friends to come too. Jake had always been a loner, but now he was the puppeteer of his own perverse reality show. His friends, now under his control, were eager accomplices in his depraved games. They had gathered at his house after school, their curiosity piqued by his cryptic text messages. Rachel and her friends, the most popular girls in school, had arrived dressed to impress, their smiles plastic and their eyes glazed over with a hunger that didn't quite match their usual demeanor. The house was a maze of frozen moments, each room staged like a scene from a glossy magazine spread, but with a dark twist. Girls were arranged in various states of undress, their expressions ranging from pleasure to shock to outright fear, all frozen in time for Jake's viewing pleasure. His friends moved through the house, unfreezing the girls one by one, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. The party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of lust and the sound of muffled whispers. Rachel lay on the couch, her body contorted in a way that seemed almost painful, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and arousal. Jake felt a strange sense of pride as he watched his friends take advantage of his power, knowing that he was the mastermind behind it all. He had never felt so alive, so in control.

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It was a warm summer night, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the lush gardens. A woman stood naked beneath the stars, her long, flowing hair whipping around her bare shoulders like a veil. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a contented sigh. As she reached between her legs, she felt the familiar hardness of her shaft, nestled above her soft, wet pussy. She moaned, her fingers grasping at the thick length of it, before wrapping her hand around the base and beginning to stroke. It felt so good, so right, to touch herself like this. She curved her penis, guiding the tip towards her entrance, feeling the smooth, cool folds of skin partway before she pushed forward, burying herself inside. The sensation was exquisite, a rush of pleasure and heat that spread through her body like wildfire. Her hips bucked forward, meeting her hand as it stroked up and down, faster and faster. The gardens faded into a blur around her as her focus narrowed in on the sensations building inside her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to contain the wave of ecstasy that was building, building, building. She could feel it, right there, at the edge of her control, ready to break free and consume her. And then it did. Her body arched back, her hands grasping at the air around her as her penis throbbed, pulsing with release. Waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her limp and spent in their wake. For a moment, she was floating, weightless, her mind numb from the intensity of the experience. Finally, she registered the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path nearby. Her boyfriend, James, emerged from the house, a bottle of wine in one hand and a mischievous grin on his face. "And what might you be doing out here, my love?" he teased, his voice tinged with amusement. The woman blushed crimson as she scrambled to conceal her now empty hand behind her back. "Oh, um..." she stammered, trying to think of some believable excuse. "I was just, uh, checking on something." James chuckled, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "And what might that something be?" He took a step closer, his muscular frame cast in silhouette against the garden's lush greenery. The woman shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, her cheeks burning even brighter. "I-I was just, um... exploring," she stammered, her eyes darting around the garden as if searching for an escape route. "I thought I heard something, you know?" James chuckled, the sound echoing through the night. "Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice teasing. "And what exactly did you think you heard, my dear?" He took another step closer, his broad chest bare and gleaming in the moonlight. The woman shifted uncomfortably, her heart racing as she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I-I thought I heard something moving," she stammered, her eyes darting between James's chiseled features and the full moon hanging overhead. "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright." James stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest covered in dark hair. "And what would you do if you found something moving out here?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. The woman swallowed hard, her eyes darting down to his bare chest before flicking back up to meet his gaze. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, I'd probably try to investigate further." Her heart raced as she watched him slide his shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing a set of toned arms covered in a sheen of sweat. With shaking hands, she reached up and undid the first button of her blouse, feeling the cool night air brush against her skin. She glanced at James, who was watching her intently, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I-I'd want to make sure everything was safe," she said, her voice trembling. James smiled, his expression both predatory and reassuring. He stepped even closer, his chest now mere inches from hers. "And if you found something moving out here," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "what would you do?" The woman swallowed hard, her heart racing. She felt herself growing wet between her legs as she imagined what it would be like to have him take her right there in the garden. "I-I don't know," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. "I mean, it depends on what it is, I guess." James chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "Well," he drawled, stepping even closer, "if it's something dangerous, I'd want to protect you." He reached out a strong, masculine hand and ran it down her bare arm, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "And if it's something... alluring?" he asked with a hint of a smile. The woman swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face, his strong jawline and full lips. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her heart racing. "I mean, I guess I might fuck it with my penis?" James's chuckle was low and throaty. "That's one way of looking at it," he murmured, stepping even closer. His hard length pressed against her stomach, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp. "But what if we do it the other way around?" Without giving her time to answer, he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her against his body. She felt his arousal pressing against her entrance, and she knew what he meant. "What if you fuck me with your penis?" he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Ok," She says, more excitement this time. She finally got to do it on someone else. He raises his eyebrows then bends over, his juicy ass exposed. She smiled and slowly put her huge dick in his hole. The feeling of her cock sliding inside him was incredible. She felt him tensing up, struggling with the sensation at first, but then he relaxed and let her in deeper. His moans echoed through the garden, and she could feel him throbbing around her shaft. She began to move, slowly at first, building up speed as she fucked him. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air, and she couldn't help but lose herself in the sensation. James arched his back, throwing his head back as he felt her take control. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Fuck yeah," he groaned. "That's it." "Now, let me do it to you," James smirks as he pulls away. He flips her over onto the ground, she is not hurt, but she barely has time to recover before he shoved his 14 inches inside her pussy. She cries out in pleasure, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. He begins to move, thrusting deep and hard, their bodies sliding against the soft grass beneath them. He growls with each thrust, his muscles tense and defined as he takes her roughly. They went on like this for hours, taking turns fucking each other. -Fucktheaxolotl Search me up if u have a story request or just want to chat Click on .kuquat for more stories about people fucking themselves

It was a bright, sunny day in the small suburban town of Smithville. The birds were singing, the grass was green, and the air smelled of freshly cut lawns. But for Emily, this idyllic scene masked a dark secret that she'd been keeping for months. A secret that involved her older brother, Ryan, and his best friend, Alex. A sudden sharp pain in her lower abdomen made Emily gasp as Ryan roughly thrust his hips forward. She could feel his warm semen filling her up, coating the inner walls of her most private place. As he continued to pump his thick cock in and out of her, Emily closed her eyes and tried to focus on something, anything else. Anything to take her mind off the fact that her own brother was using her as his personal sex toy. "That's it, baby. Let your brother fuck you good," Alex groaned, his voice thick with desire. Emily could feel his hands on her hips, guiding her body to meet each thrust of Ryan's. She wanted to die. She wanted this to end. But she knew that if she didn't play along, the video of her masturbating would be released to the whole school. Ryan finally let out a loud grunt and collapsed on top of her, his sweaty weight pinning her down. Emily lay there, feeling the warmth of his body and the stickiness of his cum seeping out of her. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she tried to come to terms with what had just happened. "Good girl," Alex whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Now it's time to clean you up." He roughly pulled her up off the bed, ignoring her winces and groans. Emily was forced to stand there, naked and embarrassed as Alex wrapped a towel around her body. He led her over to the bathroom where he handed her a towel and some clean clothes. "Get dressed," he commanded. "And don't say a word about this to anyone. Not to your parents, not to your friends. If you do, I'll make sure that video gets out there." He gave her a cold, calculating smile, and Emily knew he meant every word. The next day went on as usual, but Emily couldn't focus on anything. Her brother and Alex kept cumming (he he, sex pun) to her head. Ryan met her after school, "Hey sis? You stay at school for a little bit at the library right?" Her lip trembled, "Um, yes?" He smiled, "Good, do you want that M clip out?" The masturbating clip? "No, I will do whatever you want, um daddy" Ryan smiled again, "Then follow me to the bathroom like a good girl" She did as she was told, following him to the bathroom. The moment the door shut behind them, she felt her body tense up again. "Okay, Em, I need you to take off your clothes and hand them to me. And then get on the counter, just like we practiced." Her heart racing, she did as she was told. She handed him her clothes and climbed onto the counter. "Good girl," Ryan said, his voice gentle despite the horrifying situation they were in. "Now, just relax and pretend I'm Alex. Okay?" She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as he positioned himself between her legs. The cold, hard length of his cock pressed against her, and she braced herself for the inevitable pain. He pushed forward, and she let out a gasp as he penetrated her. "Breathe, Em. Just breathe," he whispered in her ear. "Fuck yeah." His hips began to move, thrusting in and out of her, his body sliding against hers. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, it was hard to resist the sensation. "You're doing so good, baby sister," he groaned, his breath hot against her neck. "I can't believe how wet you are." His hands moved to her hips, guiding her body to meet his thrusts. "That's it, Em. Take it all." Emily closed her eyes, her body trembling as she tried to focus on the sensation of being filled. It was horrifying, but also strangely arousing. She felt a building tension inside her, a mix of pleasure and pain. "That's it, Em," Ryan murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "Let it happen. Give in to it." His hips moved faster, his cock thrusting deep inside her. She bit down on her lip, feeling the blood rushing to her face as she tried to keep quiet. Finally she gave in she let out a loud moan as Ryan cummed inside her. "There you go, Em," he groaned, his weight pressing down on her as he kept his cock inside her. "That's it. Let it all out." She could feel him softening inside her, and she let out a shuddering breath. "Good girl," he whispered, kissing her titts. "You are very tight." He pulled out of her, and she felt a brief moment of relief as her body relaxed. But then he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You did so well," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to do this every day, Em. Just to satisfy my hunger for pussy" Emily felt a chill run down her spine at his words. She knew she couldn't escape this now. "Okay," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. "Okay." Hi guys! 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It was a warm summer night, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the lush gardens. A woman stood naked beneath the stars, her long, flowing hair whipping around her bare shoulders like a veil. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a contented sigh. As she reached between her legs, she felt the familiar hardness of her shaft, nestled above her soft, wet pussy. She moaned, her fingers grasping at the thick length of it, before wrapping her hand around the base and beginning to stroke. It felt so good, so right, to touch herself like this. She curved her penis, guiding the tip towards her entrance, feeling the smooth, cool folds of skin partway before she pushed forward, burying herself inside. The sensation was exquisite, a rush of pleasure and heat that spread through her body like wildfire. Her hips bucked forward, meeting her hand as it stroked up and down, faster and faster. The gardens faded into a blur around her as her focus narrowed in on the sensations building inside her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to contain the wave of ecstasy that was building, building, building. She could feel it, right there, at the edge of her control, ready to break free and consume her. And then it did. Her body arched back, her hands grasping at the air around her as her penis throbbed, pulsing with release. Waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her limp and spent in their wake. For a moment, she was floating, weightless, her mind numb from the intensity of the experience. Finally, she registered the sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel path nearby. Her boyfriend, James, emerged from the house, a bottle of wine in one hand and a mischievous grin on his face. "And what might you be doing out here, my love?" he teased, his voice tinged with amusement. The woman blushed crimson as she scrambled to conceal her now empty hand behind her back. "Oh, um..." she stammered, trying to think of some believable excuse. "I was just, uh, checking on something." James chuckled, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "And what might that something be?" He took a step closer, his muscular frame cast in silhouette against the garden's lush greenery. The woman shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, her cheeks burning even brighter. "I-I was just, um... exploring," she stammered, her eyes darting around the garden as if searching for an escape route. "I thought I heard something, you know?" James chuckled, the sound echoing through the night. "Oh, really?" he drawled, his voice teasing. "And what exactly did you think you heard, my dear?" He took another step closer, his broad chest bare and gleaming in the moonlight. The woman shifted uncomfortably, her heart racing as she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I-I thought I heard something moving," she stammered, her eyes darting between James's chiseled features and the full moon hanging overhead. "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright." James stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest covered in dark hair. "And what would you do if you found something moving out here?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. The woman swallowed hard, her eyes darting down to his bare chest before flicking back up to meet his gaze. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, I'd probably try to investigate further." Her heart raced as she watched him slide his shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing a set of toned arms covered in a sheen of sweat. With shaking hands, she reached up and undid the first button of her blouse, feeling the cool night air brush against her skin. She glanced at James, who was watching her intently, a predatory glint in his eyes. "I-I'd want to make sure everything was safe," she said, her voice trembling. James smiled, his expression both predatory and reassuring. He stepped even closer, his chest now mere inches from hers. "And if you found something moving out here," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "what would you do?" The woman swallowed hard, her heart racing. She felt herself growing wet between her legs as she imagined what it would be like to have him take her right there in the garden. "I-I don't know," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart. "I mean, it depends on what it is, I guess." James chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "Well," he drawled, stepping even closer, "if it's something dangerous, I'd want to protect you." He reached out a strong, masculine hand and ran it down her bare arm, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "And if it's something... alluring?" he asked with a hint of a smile. The woman swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face, his strong jawline and full lips. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her heart racing. "I mean, I guess I might fuck it with my penis?" James's chuckle was low and throaty. "That's one way of looking at it," he murmured, stepping even closer. His hard length pressed against her stomach, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp. "But what if we do it the other way around?" Without giving her time to answer, he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her against his body. She felt his arousal pressing against her entrance, and she knew what he meant. "What if you fuck me with your penis?" he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Ok," She says, more excitement this time. She finally got to do it on someone else. He raises his eyebrows then bends over, his juicy ass exposed. She smiled and slowly put her huge dick in his hole. The feeling of her cock sliding inside him was incredible. She felt him tensing up, struggling with the sensation at first, but then he relaxed and let her in deeper. His moans echoed through the garden, and she could feel him throbbing around her shaft. She began to move, slowly at first, building up speed as she fucked him. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air, and she couldn't help but lose herself in the sensation. James arched his back, throwing his head back as he felt her take control. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "Fuck yeah," he groaned. "That's it." "Now, let me do it to you," James smirks as he pulls away. He flips her over onto the ground, she is not hurt, but she barely has time to recover before he shoved his 14 inches inside her pussy. She cries out in pleasure, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. He begins to move, thrusting deep and hard, their bodies sliding against the soft grass beneath them. He growls with each thrust, his muscles tense and defined as he takes her roughly. They went on like this for hours, taking turns fucking each other. -Fucktheaxolotl

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