There’s nothing civilized or considerate about it as he groans and his hips pump away. He slams into me and my cervix aches from how deep he goes.
But there’s no stopping him. No slowing him down as his rough hands fondle my naked breasts and pinch at my nipples some more.
I cry out, pussy tingling around his dick. My walls massage him, trying to keep up with the brutal pounding.
His hips fire off regardless. They slam into me over and over, his cock sliding thick and throbbing as deep as it can possibly go, drenched by my soaked heat.
My body curls around him. My legs crisscross around his back, and I wrap my arms over his shoulders to hold on.
The collision between our bodies is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
He fucks like the beast he is. There’s no relief as his thrusts come harder and rougher and my hips buck to keep up.
My rising orgasm drowns out the discomfort. The numbness from the freezing snow and the sting of his huge dick stretching me.
I’ve tapped into the most animalistic, carnal part of myself. I’ve given into him so completely, I’m no longer able to fight back beyond dragging nails down his back.
He lifts my hips and penetrates me at a whole new angle, making me cry out even harder. I come at the second hard, punctuating thrust.
My pussy spasms all around his cock, pleasure chemicals flooding me.
I freeze up except my toes. They curl inside my boots as the rest of me is blinded by the intense orgasm.
Hot and sharp.
It rolls through me stronger than the others before it, leaving me panting and slicked by sweat.
He grunts as if in approval, then flips me over. I’m tossed from lying on my back to being flattened on my stomach.
The chilling snow numbs my torso at once. But it’s nothing compared to the slam of his hips half a second later as he spears back into me.
He enters me from behind, fucking me on all fours. I fist the snow, crying tears, pussy swollen and tingling, stretched around his dick.
He pounds into me showing no mercy, his grunts drowning out any protests.
The snow has only picked up since we started fucking. It flutters through the air, landing in my curls and on my face as I blink through the winter cold and claw at the ground.
His hand snakes around to my throat and he wrenches me up, squeezing at the slender column like the primitive animal he is.
I gasp at the airway restriction, hands flying up to pry his off. But it’s once again useless as he drills into me and commands my body in every possible way.
He’s in control; he’s dominating me, exerting himself over every ounce of willpower I have.
All I can do is take it; spread my thighs and let him fuck my pussy hard and deep.
A second orgasm starts to wash over me, smaller than the first but still intense. He’s still gripping me by the throat when his other hand reaches around and rubs at my clit.
Pleasure spikes so sharp and sudden that it brings tears to my eyes. It’s enough to drive me to coming as I go still in his arms once again.
My whole body convulses, pleasure tingling up my spine.
Radiating from my pussy.
He loses control at the feel of me coming on his dick, thrusting harder and faster. His rhythm unravels as he chases his own peak.
He’s fucking me so roughly I’d break if I were any more delicate.
With a hoarse, broken grunt, he spills deep inside my pussy, hips jerking, his body crashing down over mine. We drop back against the snow with him on top, his dick throbbing and twitching inside me.
