Secret Garden Intrusion

The humid air hung thick and heavy beneath the ancient oak, clinging to my skin like a second layer. The scent of honeysuckle and damp earth mingled with something primal, something that vibrated deep within my core. I sat on the weathered wooden bench, hidden behind a riot of flowering shrubs and trailing vines, listening to the muffled sounds of music and laughter drifting from beyond our carefully constructed privacy. Ms. Hotty, a vision of brazen confidence and barely-there attire, had taken my hand, her touch electric against my skin. Her short, denim skirt barely contained her curves, revealing ample glimpses of firm, tanned ass cheeks as she shifted her weight, a silent invitation to the pleasure that awaited.

Her fingers danced across my chest, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built anticipation. Grinding movements, both insistent and gentle, targeted the sensitive flesh beneath my shirt, igniting a desperate heat within me. The sheer audacity of her touch, combined with the forbidden nature of our encounter, fueled a fire that threatened to consume me. My gaze followed the upward curve of her hips, the tantalizing tease of her exposed skin, and the subtle flex of her muscles as she moved.

As she leaned closer, her scent – a heady mix of vanilla and something wilder, untamed – filled my senses. Her tongue, a sleek, dark serpent, slithered across my mouth, a slow, deliberate exploration that left me breathless and begging for more. She tasted of sunshine and mischief, a perfect complement to the raw desire building within me. I responded in kind, my lips meeting hers in a slow, languid kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the shared transgression.

My hand instinctively moved to caress my own nipples, drawing them into painful, delicious peaks. The heat intensified, spreading through my body like molten gold. Her presence, her sheer magnetism, pushed me to the very edge of my control. I felt the first tremors of arousal, a low rumble in my gut, a building pressure in my thighs. My cock, swollen and throbbing, pushed against the confines of my jeans, a silent scream of anticipation.

Ms. Hotty, sensing my mounting excitement, began a slow, deliberate advance. With one hand, she gripped a sturdy branch from the oak tree, pulling herself up into a stance that left her skirt hiked high, exposing her ample assets. Her short skirt, ripped at the seams, revealed her pale, smooth skin. She placed a foot on each side of my hips, pulling herself up, creating an intimate angle for further pleasure. Her movements were deliberate, sensual, and undeniably provocative.

As she positioned herself, I reached out, gently touching the clean-waxed smoothness of her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect combination of smoothness and softness. Suddenly, her dam broke, a torrent of warm, viscous fluid flooding her pussy lips. My face became slick with her wetness, mirroring her own ecstasy. I closed my eyes, lost in the intoxicating sensation, as her tongue began to circle in deep, rhythmic strokes.

My grip on the branch remained firm, while my other hand held my head firmly, drawing me closer to her intoxicating scent. I sucked deeply, drawing her engorged clit into a peak, eliciting a moan that vibrated through my core. Grinding her pussy generously from my forehead to chin, I spread her ass cheeks, desperate to lose myself in the moment. My thumb, slick with her wetness, slowly massaged her ass button, releasing an even deeper level of passion from Ms. Hotty, like a ravenous glutton.

Her orgasmic climb intensified, fueled by the double erotic attention we were providing each other. My face was locked in her climatic position, a testament to the sheer intensity of our shared experience. Ms. Hotty bit into her arm, drowning out her moans with a sharp, involuntary shriek. Heavy breathing escaped as my mouth remained glued to her swollen mound, a desperate attempt to absorb every ounce of pleasure. A gush of warm, tasty pussy fluid squirted into my mouth, dripping liberally as I struggled to swallow as quickly as it spewed out.

My shirt and jeans were soaked, not from sweat, but from the sheer volume of her release. We were lucky, incredibly so, that no one had stumbled upon our daring intimacy. Ms. Hotty smoothly slid off my face, landing gracefully on her knees in the soft grass. She unbuckled my belt, preparing to unzip and set my raging beast free with expert ease. While massaging my cum filled balls, shelicked mushroom head.

I held her hands apart as her mouth slowly cock-fed. Her body began to contract uncontrollably, her moans and shrieks muffled by the force of her pleasure. Her squirting orgasm pushed my fingers forcefully, a relentless wave of sensation. In clear view, I watched her pussy twitch, throb, and pulse ecstatically. Before I realized, Ms. Hotty’s excessively soaked pussy slid onto my cock.

My hands wrapped around her full breast and nipples, erect like a rock, a primal instinct taking over. She leaned back to rest her neck on my shoulder, as our mouths met in an intimate, passionate kiss. Kissing intimately while I felt her sink graciously to fully seat. She started to rise and began a slow pump, pulling me deeper into her pleasure.

I steadied my pelvis while thrusting my hips up, matching her pace with increasing urgency. As she rode up and down, our cum mixture frothy and thick, coated my cock while oozing freely from stretched pussy lips. Her hands braced on my thighs to propel her up and down steadily, aggressively riding her stallion, known to her as “Mr. BeastLe.” Her eyes closed while slamming down faster with each slide up. Our moans, grunts, and muffled words flowed cautiously while I bucked.

My bursting cock twitched from spasms felt while rubbing her pussy walls. I spring forward, burying my face in her neck as she suctions my beastly balls. Spurt after spurt of manly cum pierces her cunt vigorously, her furious pussy contracting while milking every drop thirstily. Ms. Hotty sits and envelopes my continually throbbing cock before slowly sliding all the way up to the top. Cum freely escapes into a messy puddle in my lap.

We quickly try to clean up as we call this hot session a wrap. Just as we sit back, two of our couple friends come walking by, the air freshly rich with sex, and they both have a suspicious smile. With a quick “Having fun?” they continue through the backyard. We can’t help but wonder if they saw us from the start. By: Mr. BeastLe…. with Ms. Hotty.

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