She moaned “ Oh god yes, John please fuck me hard.”
“ Fuck you?” I inquired, “ Have you changed your mind? Then without warning Wendy again seemed to remember where she was; she drew back and slapped me away from her. xxx sex After years of working the ranch I realized that despite her foolishness in running away in a place where she could easily be lost for days, perhaps forever, I knew I could track her heedless path of broken branches, torn shrubs and footprints in the soft earth. Wendy grasped the back of my neck, feeling the cords of muscle and sinew tense and hot, she darted her tongue into my mouth then pulled back slightly and nipped my lower lip with her teeth, any harder and she would draw blood. “ No!”
“ Tell me,” I hissed quietly, rubbing my hand up under her shirt and pinching at her breasts, crushed against the trunk of the fallen tree. She begins to sweat in anticipation. With my other hand under her skirt I feel the soft hairs of her pussy, moist with desire, and suddenly thrust two strong fingers deep into her soft wet passage. I loved the way it made the nipples of her small firm breasts press harder against her clothing as she struggled.
