Fucked in the Forest

Sage Roux craves a brutal fuck in the woods. London River finds him, straps him down and makes it hurt so good. She starts by clipping his nipples, stomach and tongue. Each pin bites. He thanks her through spit and gibberish. One by one she crops the pins free until his skin sings. A leather paddle cracks across him next. She slaps his face, then yanks out tufts of pit hair and shoves the strands between his teeth. He drools praise while she stripes his back with a flogger. London bends him over a saw-horse, ass open to the trees. Her huge strap-on glistens. She presses her heavy tits to his back, fingers his hole, slaps it red. A dildo opens him wider; then her cock slams home. Every thrust pumps him full. A zapper bites his skin between strokes. Flat on his back now, Sage is buried under her cunt. London grinds, scolds him to work harder, strokes his throbbing dick as reward. Finally she mounts his cock. She rides, hips snapping. She spins, faces the trees, fucks herself with his meat and a vibrator until she’s shaking through orgasm. Still shaking, she slides down his body, sucks him sloppy and jerks until he sprays across her tongue. She spits, wipes her lips, leaves him lashed to the stump—wrecked, spent, dripping in pine needles.