In the sun-dappled clearing of the enchanted woods, sprawled on the rough wooden picnic table, my body convulses. Waves of orgasm crash through me, pussy clenching, juices flooding his greedy mouth. Heart hammers like a war drum. Skin slick with sweat, thighs trembling. ‘Noooon Voyou… Aaaaarrete, jeeee n’en peuuuu pluuuus,’ I gasp, but the rogue nain saltimbanque, my papillon mauve, devours relentlessly. Tongue lashes my swollen clit, fingers plunge deep into my spasming cunt. Another quake rips me apart. Too much. Overwhelmed. But fire ignites again. Pulse races. I need to tame this beast before he breaks me.
Eyes lock on his bulging crotch. His cock strains against trousers, desperate. Skin burns where his hands grip my thighs. Heart thuds wildly. Urgency surges—I’ll control this. ‘Enough, wolf,’ I pant, shoving his head back. Legs weak, but I slide off the table, knees buckling. Grab the fruit bowl. Strawberries glisten, juice mirroring my nectar. His eyes devour me, mustache slick with my essence. Breath ragged. I drop to my knees on the blanket, yank his belt. ‘Your turn, papillon. I’ll milk you dry.’ Fabric rips. His thick cock springs free, veined, throbbing, pre-cum beading. Heat radiates. My mouth waters. Heart pounds. I crush a strawberry, smear it along his shaft. Sweet tang mixes with his musk. Lips part, tongue flicks the tip. He groans, hips buck.
The Fever
Fever builds. I suck him in, cheeks hollowing. Salty-sweet burst. Hand pumps base, fingers sticky. His balls tighten under my caress. Sweat drips down my cleavage. Pulse syncs with his thrusts. Deeper. Gagging. Spit trails. He fists my hair, fucking my face. Raw need consumes. Cunt aches anew, dripping down thighs. But I own him now. Suck harder. Faster. His growls vibrate my core. Climax nears for him. I pull off, strawberry-smeared lips smirking. ‘Not yet, voyou. Fuck me. Now.’ Push him back on the bench. Straddle. Heart explodes. Guide his cock to my soaked entrance. Sink down. Inch by burning inch. Filled. Stretched. Gasp.
The Blaze
Blaze erupts. Hips grind savage. His hands claw my ass, bruising. Table creaks under slams. Pussy grips his cock like a vice, juices squelch. Clit grinds his pubes. Sweat-slick skin slaps. Heart races, breaths sync in animal rhythm. ‘Fuck me harder, wolf!’ Nails rake his chest. He thrusts up, brutal. Pierces deep, hits that spot. Fire spreads. Waves build again. His fingers pinch my nipples, twist. Pain-pleasure spikes. I ride wild, hair whipping. Cunt convulses first. Scream rips free. Orgasm detonates, milking him. He roars, floods me hot. Cum mixes with mine, overflows. Bodies lock, shuddering. Peak shatters us.
Ashes settle. Collapse on his chest. Skin still fever-hot, sticky. Heart slows to heavy thuds. His arms wrap me, gentle now. Woods whisper around us. Pussy throbs, full of him. Breathe his scent—sweat, fruits, sex. Lips brush my forehead. ‘My Lutine,’ he murmurs. Smile curves. Unique. Devoured. Whole. Never the same.