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Sir gave him a nod, and pulled his cock from my throat, allo..

Published: February 6th 2024, 7:23:02 am

Sir gave him a nod, and pulled his cock from my throat, allowing me to gasp for air at last. I was given barely a moment to breathe before being yanked up from my knees and being shoved, bent over, with my face and chest against a great hickory tree. I wrapped my arms around the tree for support, my fingers growing numb as they gripped at the icy bark. My chin and neck felt the bitter sting of the cold as well when a gust blew across the saliva that coated my skin. Sir yanked the trench coat from my ankles up to my waist I let out a gasp and a deep shiver when I felt the blast of the cold air nipping against my completely bare legs, ass, and now dripping wet pussy. I don’t know if I had ever felt more cold.

“Let’s warm this slut up,” said Sir and warm me up they did. The stranger was more bold in his approach this time, having just watched Sir handle my mouth so forcefully. His hands grasping at my hips provided welcome warmth. There was no easing into my pussy now as soon as he slid his cock in, he began pounding away. Suddenly, it was as if the cold wasn’t there at all, my body overcome by warm waves of ecstasy. Overcome, I began moaning loudly, but Sir put a stop to that immediately. “You STILL don’t have permission to speak,” he barked at me, grabbing me by the hair, as the stranger fucked me harder and harder. Sir removed one of his thick leather gloves and shoved it in my mouth, muffling any noise that I dared to make. “Better,” he mused, as the stranger pulled his cock out of me, and Sir stepped in to take his turn, pounding me without mercy.

The two would continue to take their turns on me, my face pressed against the hickory, with every care in the world having melted away. By the time both Sir and stranger were satisfied with using me up, having both shot multiple loads inside of me, dawn was beginning to break. With my voice silenced by Sir’s glove, I’ll never forget, above all, the sound of the pleasure we shared that night. The blanket of snow in the woods cast a peaceful silence around us, that silence broken by only the violent pounding of skin on skin.