The crisp autumn air nips at my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat building between my legs. I’m standing there, fully clothed, my red jacket hugging my curves, the grey shirt beneath it clinging to my sweat-slicked skin. The trees whisper secrets in the breeze, but my mind is focused on the man behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips, his thick cock pressing against my ass. I can feel the lace trim of my jeans digging into my thighs, a reminder of the world outside, but right now, all that matters is the raw, primal need coursing through my veins.
The Thrill of the Outdoors
The man behind me, my husband, is a beast. His BBC is a weapon, and he knows how to use it. I’m bent over, my ass exposed, the cool air kissing my bare skin. He slides into me, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me. The pain is exquisite, a sharp contrast to the pleasure building in my core. I can hear his grunts, feel his breath hot on my neck. The world fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in this primal dance. His hands roam my body, squeezing, caressing, claiming. I’m his, completely and utterly, and he’s mine.
The Aftermath
As we finish, I collapse onto the ground, my body spent, my mind reeling. The man behind me, my husband, pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me protectively. We lie there, basking in the afterglow, the world slowly coming back into focus. The trees, the greenery, the solid yellowish wall behind us—it’s all a blur. But one thing is clear: this is our secret, our dirty little adventure, and it’s a memory I’ll cherish forever. The thrill of the outdoors, the raw intensity of our connection, it’s a high I never want to come down from.







Charo is an old Spanish whore. She is married, but her husband doesn't care that all the North Africans in the Vigo fuck his slut wife in the ass.