Stunning Blonde Slut Devours Cock and Rides it Raw in Public before a Cum-Explosion
The moment our eyes locked across the empty hiking trail, my pulse pounded straight to my clit.
Sunlight poured through the pines and lit up my already-soaked lace panties as he closed the gap, rough palms sliding under my crop-top to pinch stiff nipples.
“You’re flashing every hiker, you shameless blonde outdoor blowjob tease,” he growled, and the word outdoor dripped filthier than sweat off his jaw.
A whimper escaped while he yanked my shorts down, exposing shaved, glistening lips to warm summer air; birds chirped, but all we heard was the wet click of his zipper.
He shoved me to my knees on the pine-needle carpet, fisting platinum strands to guide my mouth toward the thick, veiny shaft now twitching in my face.
Tongue swirling under the crown, lips suctioning tight, cheeks hollowing—I gave him the sloppiest blonde outdoor blowjob, spit cascading down my tits, mascara already streaking from the effort.
Every greedy slurp echoed, and when he jerked my head back to watch strings of saliva bridge my lips to his cockhead, the dirty grin told me he was ready to own my cunt next.
Spinning me around, he bent me over a moss-covered log; the earthy scent of bark mixed with the slick aroma of my arousal.
Two fingers speared deep, curling to strum my G-spot until my thighs quivered uncontrollably.
“Please fuck me,” begged the wind, begged my hips, begged my dripping hole aching to be stretched open.
He answered by driving in balls-deep on the first thrust, splitting me wide, my gasp swallowed by the forest as he began pounding with relentless, skin-slapping rhythm.
Each stroke hammered the word outdoor into my skull while twigs snapped beneath us and my tits swung freely, nipples brushing rough bark.
Sweat-slick abs slammed against my ass, the wet clap of flesh ricocheting off tree trunks.
Between grunts he hissed, “Such a filthy blonde outdoor blowjob princess taking raw cock in public,” and the crude praise detonated sparks inside me.
My walls clamped, suctioning him tighter, milking that rigid length while my clit throbbed for release.
He flipped me onto my back, hiking one leg over his shoulder so sunbeams painted my flushed skin gold.
Shaft drilling at a new angle, head kissing my cervix, the pressure ignited a tsunami of pleasure.
Fingers strummed my swollen bud, circling faster until whimpers turned to primal moans bouncing through the clearing.
“Come for me, slut,” he commanded, and my pussy obeyed, convulsing in hard, syrupy waves that drenched his cock and dripped down my crack to soil the leaves beneath.
Before the aftershocks faded he pulled out, fisted his slime-slick dick, and aimed at my open, panting mouth.
Ropes of scalding cum painted my tongue, splattered my cheeks, dribbled onto sweat-glazed tits; the taste of salt and sex mingled with pine in the summer heat.
Chests heaving, we listened for approaching footsteps, adrenaline sharpening every sensation.
Grinning, he dragged a thumb through the creamy mess and fed it back to me, whispering, “Next time we bring friends and make this blonde outdoor blowjob a real spectacle.”
The forest kept our secret, but the lingering throb between my legs promised the performance would be repeated—and filmed—for every daring voyeur hunting the wild side of porn.
