[ Don't think that hasn't crossed his mind, Hilda. How Ragna hadn't already taken that daunting measure of him against her front and turned it into a reality was a miracle in of itself. If she'd crumbled first and hopped on him to satisfy their mutual craving, he wouldn't even fault her. But he also sure as hell wouldn't have just lied there and taken it either. She's just as deliciously curvy and soft in all the right places. Such a dainty looking thing on the surface...but how hard could he grab those hips of hers while fucking into her before she broke? How far could he go without doing that? So tantalizingly close. All thoughts that run amok in that lust addled brain of his as she spins them around and she effectively slams him against the wall. ]
Whoa—
[ The shack rattles, leaving Steve and his patrons to look up from their business towards the origins of that sound. Dot. Dot. Dot. Shrugaloo. No one thinks to go and check, if only because this rabbit meat was so damn good! So good in fact, that it was only a matter of time before they were all sauntering off to find their own fun when that insatiable desire to breed kicks in. What was going to happen if one of them got the same idea these two did? When they couldn't get as far as behind a palm tree or scrambling head over heels for the nearest bungalow to make the walls shake with moans and bestial thrusts?
What would happen if another couple happened upon this sight, sweet little Hilda with Ragna's trunks pooling around his ankles, on her knees with his cock daunting over her face when she licks from the base all the way up? They'd have to find their own place. Move. Or watch knowing that her lips wrapped around the proud crown of his cock was for him alone. Those hands working in time with her mouth as she coats him in her spit. But the most damning part besides how good her mouth and hands felt?
Is those eyes. Ragna can't win against a good pair of those, even if the sway of her tits in his periphery every time she bobbed her head on part of his twitching length were equally tempting a pair. Heavy-lidded eyes lock with hers as he moves to grab a fistful of her hair. Not close enough to her scalp that he'd so tersely pull on it, but that was tempting in of itself. But just to give him something. Anything to hold onto while his hips find themselves rolling in time with her expert mouth. ]
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Whoa—
[ The shack rattles, leaving Steve and his patrons to look up from their business towards the origins of that sound. Dot. Dot. Dot. Shrugaloo. No one thinks to go and check, if only because this rabbit meat was so damn good! So good in fact, that it was only a matter of time before they were all sauntering off to find their own fun when that insatiable desire to breed kicks in. What was going to happen if one of them got the same idea these two did? When they couldn't get as far as behind a palm tree or scrambling head over heels for the nearest bungalow to make the walls shake with moans and bestial thrusts?
What would happen if another couple happened upon this sight, sweet little Hilda with Ragna's trunks pooling around his ankles, on her knees with his cock daunting over her face when she licks from the base all the way up? They'd have to find their own place. Move. Or watch knowing that her lips wrapped around the proud crown of his cock was for him alone. Those hands working in time with her mouth as she coats him in her spit. But the most damning part besides how good her mouth and hands felt?
Is those eyes. Ragna can't win against a good pair of those, even if the sway of her tits in his periphery every time she bobbed her head on part of his twitching length were equally tempting a pair. Heavy-lidded eyes lock with hers as he moves to grab a fistful of her hair. Not close enough to her scalp that he'd so tersely pull on it, but that was tempting in of itself. But just to give him something. Anything to hold onto while his hips find themselves rolling in time with her expert mouth. ]
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