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Picture this situation in your mind.
I encourage you to join me and paint the picture together. Tell me how you experience it.
The wind is blowing all around you, the plants are hitting your outstretched arms. You're running away from me. I've given you sufficient distance so that you can hear my voice over the wind that whistles in your ears.
Your heart is in your throat, your blood is pounding in your ears.
The forest is laying a trap for you. The trees observe your every move, marking your steps in the mud. They're reaching out to touch your skin, so I can find even the faintest trace of your blood.
Do you feel my heart racing? You must. There's an inexplicable connection between us. Much like our goosebumps from the wind caressing our bodies, we're connected through the shivers. I sense you as you sense me. I catch your scent on the wind and track you like a hunting animal.
I like the sound of your heavy breathing on the wind.
The sound of your footsteps splashing in the freshly formed puddles.
I've managed to grip the straps of your dress tightly. As you see me, you try to break free -- with a strength that surprises me -- but I've loosened the lace of your dress, exposing your translucent skin. You giggle and run, leaving a trail for me to follow. My saliva fills my mouth at the thought of this.
Why do you run from me?
I don't want to make this easy for you.
I want you to fight back.
I want you to show me what you're made of.
I want to feel your breath escape through your teeth when I bite into your neck. The thought excites me.
You reach the fence. Do you go through between the wires, hands separating the bars like I'm going to spread your legs open when I catch you?
No. You crawl under. Wrong move. This only slows you down. I pull you back under the fence with your dress dangling on one shoulder, leaving no secrets between us. You're bound to struggle at my grip as I drag you back, teasing you. I'm relieved you're not wearing any panties.
You resist my advances. I shouldn't have underestimated your dominance. We were both panting, but I reminded you that all bets were off that weekend you held me in your arms and we couch-locked. I've lost all composure. We're back to the primal natural state.
I hold you down by your knee, pinning you to the floor, as I claw your dress apart. We're both huffing and puffing by the time I manage to get your dress off completely, leaving you in the mud, all exposed.
You turn to face me, and the rain blinds you. You hiss at me, but you're too late. It allows me to fully observe your large eyes, glazed over with excitement.
It's a millisecond before I have you pinned to the ground beneath me. I pull your hands and legs to the side while I tease you with my cock.
you're going to orgasm when YOU tell ME to let you.
But here, amidst the trees and the wildlife, and while you kick, scream, and act wild, I'm going to climax inside your pristine pussy until I feel I've officially bred you like the wild animal that you are.
How does that feel? Should I continue?
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