Natasha Malkova’s sundress fluttered in the warm breeze as she strolled along the park trail, her slender figure cutting an alluring silhouette against the lush greenery. With each graceful step, the flimsy fabric swayed against her toned thighs, hinting at the tantalizing curves beneath.
A stray lock of chestnut hair tousled across her face as Natasha paused to admire a vibrant patch of wildflowers. Her amber eyes sparkled with innocent delight, full lips curled in a soft smile. She looked like a vision of pure, unspoiled beauty – an ethereal dryad who had wandered out of the enchanted forest.
But Natasha was no blushing virgin. Beneath her angelic facade lurked the insatiable desires of a wanton temptress. As she continued her leisurely walk, her thoughts drifted to more erotic imaginings. Natasha pictured herself on her knees in the grass, gazing up at a muscular man with hooded eyes. In her fantasies, his thick shaft bobbed hypnotically before her face, making her mouth water with anticipation.
She’d part her pillowy lips and extend her small pink tongue, lapping at the bulbous head. Natasha would swirl her tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his excitement. Then she’d wrap her lips around his girth and sink down, taking him inch by luscious inch into her tight throat.
Natasha shuddered with illicit pleasure, her pussy clenching and growing slick at the mental image. She quickened her pace, desperate to find some privacy to touch herself. Ducking off the path, she settled behind a thick hedge and hiked up her dress.
Cool air kissed her heated skin as Natasha stroked through the damp curls at the apex of her thighs. She groaned low in her throat, fingers gliding easily through the slippery evidence of her arousal. Parting her plump folds, Natasha circled her throbbing clit and gasped at the intense sensation.
Pleasure sparked through her nerves, building with each pass of her fingertips. Natasha’s breath grew ragged as she slipped two fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching sheath. She pumped them frantically, hips rolling to meet each thrust. Pressure built low in her belly, winding tighter and tighter until Natasha was teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Just as her climax crashed over her in shuddering waves, a deep voice cut through the haze of her passion. “Enjoying yourself out here?” Natasha jerked her hand from her still fluttering sex and leapt to her feet, face flaming with mortification. The tall, broad-shouldered man before her inclined his head, dark eyes glinting with wicked amusement.
Beneath his scrutiny, Natasha felt a renewed throb of desire. She licked her lips, mind already racing with filthy possibilities. “Maybe,” she purred, sauntering closer. “I could enjoy myself even more with a little help though.”
The stranger’s brows rose, a knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. “Is that so? And just how do you propose I assist you, sweet thing?”
Natasha pressed herself against him, soft curves molding to hard planes. She nuzzled into his throat, laving at his pulse point. “I want you to fuck me,” she breathed against his skin. “Right here, where anyone could walk by and see what a shameless slut I am.”
The man growled low in his throat, hands smoothing down her back to palm her ass. “Careful what you wish for, babygirl. Once I get started, I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve wrecked this tight little cunt.”
Natasha shivered, her body canting into his touch. “Yes,” she hissed, nipping at his jaw. “God yes, please…”
He spun her around and bent Natasha over a weathered bench, hiking up her dress. Cool air washed over her bare skin and she braced herself for his punishing thrust. The man notched his thick cock at her entrance and surged forward, cleaving her open on his girthy shaft.
Natasha keened, back bowing as he bottomed out. Her sheath rippled around him, struggling to accommodate his size. The burn of the stretch only heightened her pleasure, until it was an all-consuming conflagration.
He set a brutal pace, hips smacking against her ass as he pounded into her. One large hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back as he fucked her. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, holding her in place for his violent thrusts.
Natasha could feel each heavy vein dragging along her fluttering walls, stroking her g-spot with devastating precision. Her body jolted forward with the force of his thrusts, breasts swaying beneath her. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the clearing, punctuated by her wanton moans.
Pressure coiled tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Natasha’s thighs trembled, pussy clenching sporadically around his pistoning cock. She was so close, teetering on the razor’s edge of ecstasy.
The man must have sensed her impending orgasm. He reached around to circle her swollen clit, rubbing firm strokes over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Natasha howled, back arching as rapture crashed over her. Her body convulsed, cunt rippling wildly around his throbbing length.
He fucked her through her climax, drawing out her pleasure until she was boneless and limp beneath him. Only then did he allow his own release, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. Natasha whimpered as his thick seed flooded her, painting her insides white.
They remained locked together, his softening cock still buried in her fluttering sheath. Natasha’s legs trembled, scarcely able to support her weight. She felt deliciously debauched, thoroughly used and satisfied.
The man drew back, his release seeping out around his twitching shaft. Natasha shivered at the sensation, a filthy sense of pride swelling in her chest. She’d never felt so utterly claimed, marked inside and out as his conquest.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, Natasha pushed back onto his half-hard cock, taking him to the hilt once more. “Ready for round two, big boy?” she purred, undulating her hips. His answering groan was all the assent she needed.