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Silence fell over the forest for a mont...

The only sounds were Clara’s heavy breathing and the rustle of dry leaves in the wind... The sll of damp earth after a rain and pine resin hung in the air, mingling with sothing more potent... a unique, sharp, sweet scent... the scent of raw lust radiating from the woman before him.

Owen looked deep into Clara’s pleading, glistening eyes... eyes that, just monts ago, were filled with the panic of being caught. Now, they were replaced by a raw, savage desire she couldn't hide. The flas of need burned openly in them.

A controller's smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Responsibility? Of course..." His deep, seductive voice cut through the silence, low and slightly hoarse. "But since this is your 'urgent business'... shouldn't you be the one to 'present' it to ?"

Owen’s words were the ignition switch! Clara's last thread of sanity snapped... Raw instinct and the lust that had been pent-up for an hour exploded.

She understood his hidden aning instantly!

Fwip!

Clara pulled away from Owen’s chest, her eyes darting around frantically... and she found it... another large oak tree on the opposite side. It was the perfect stage! She said nothing more, turned her back to him, and walked straight for it.

The sound of the zipper on her cream-colored shorts being pulled down echoed, "ZRRK!" She yanked them down, letting them pool at her ankles, revealing her rounded buttocks wrapped in tiny black lace panties... which were now soaked through, clinging seductively to the cleft of her plump mound...

Drip~

A single drop of her arousal couldn't resist gravity... falling onto the dry leaves below.

Clara leaned forward, bracing one arm against the rough tree trunk. She felt the coarse bark scrape her soft palm, a small stimulus that drove her feral mood even higher. She slowly struck an incredibly erotic pose, arching her hips and thrusting her full buttocks toward him as deliberately as possible.

The pose... it was a blatant and challenging invitation!

Clara turned her face, as red as a ripe tomato, to look at him over her shoulder... She bit her lower lip seductively, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"Please..." her voice was trembling and hoarse. "Take your big cock and slam it into ... I... Ah... I want your cock so badly I'm dying!" She stared at him with eyes pleading desperately.

Seeing this, Owen could only smile, satisfied with her 'presentation.' He slowly closed the distance, approaching her from behind...

Crunch... rustle… The sound of his footsteps on the dry leaves. Each step he took was like a drumbeat sealing her fate. The closer he got... the stronger the sweet scent of her excitent hit his nose...

The "Sire" instinct within him was fully awakened!

His eyes were fixed on the "target" she had offered... her slightly trembling buttocks and the black lace, soaked wet, revealing the curves within.

He didn't need to say another word...

Smack! His large hands landed on her rounded hips, squeezing them hard until his fingertips sank in. Soft, supple flesh spilled out between his fingers.

"Aah!" Clara cried out, her hips swaying from the sharp pleasure.

Owen ignored it... He used just his thumb... hooked the waistband of her tiny lace panties... and pulled them rcilessly to the side!

"Ah!" Clara flinched, her body tensing.

The sight that appeared before him made Owen's breath catch for a mont...

Her slit was red and swollen from his fingers earlier... Now it was wide open, waiting for him. The inner walls were glistening, reflecting the dappled sunlight... Her love juice was flowing out nonstop...

And the best part... that entrance... it was twitching...

Twitch~ Twitch~ Twitch~

Like a small, hungry mouth... begging him to fill it right now!

Seeing that, Owen didn't wait any longer...

He stood tall behind her, positioned himself, and grabbed his 12-inch cock, which was now as hard as a red-hot steel rod... Veins bulged, throbbing as if alive...

He used it... to "greet" her first...

Smack! Smack!

Owen used the side of his cock to slap her trembling buttocks a few tis. The sound of flesh on flesh, "Smack!

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