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
