sank to the ground together, limbs entwined, and Art unhooked her bra and tossed it away as she wriggled out of her pants. Art rolled onto his back, drawing her with him so she was straddling his hips, clad only in pink cotton panties. Her upper body was naked, skin glowing in the firelight. Art palmed her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, looking up at her with lips slightly parted and pupils blown wide with desire.
The ridge of his erection was an erotic torment against her swollen pussy, even through the thick denim of his jeans, and she whimpered and writhed against him, biting her lip as the friction sent shudders deep into her center and a blissful warmth spread in her belly.
She leaned down over him and kissed him, nipping his lower lip and darting her tongue into his mouth when he groaned helplessly in response. She worked her hands down between them and tugged urgently at his belt buckle, then fumbled with the button of his fly, murmuring with frustration until Art brushed her hands away.
He shimmied out of his pants, freeing his erection, which sprang up full and proud. A glistening strand of precum stretched, gossamer-thin, from the slick purple head to the skin of his flat belly. He pulled her snug to its hot, hard length, rolling his hips, arching up towards her. The sensation, even through the sodden cotton of her panties, had her moaning with excitement, squirming and writhing with the need to have him inside her.
Art ran his hands over her full breasts, trailed his palms across the curve of her belly, dipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. They locked eyes for a moment, breathing hard, electricity crackling between them.
Then he fisted the pink cotton in his big hand and tore it away, discarding the scraps of her underwear as he rolled her over, kissing her hard and pushing his way between her spread thighs, hooking her knee over his hip to open her up to him.
She was so wet she thought he’d slip inside easily, but he was so big… He grasped her hips and worked his way inside her inch by exquisite inch, coils of desire winding tighter inside her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and urging him to fill her, to fuck her, to take her and possess her and shatter her.
Art groaned desperately as he seated himself to the hilt in her grasping heat. He froze for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against hers, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Then he began to move.
He thrust inside her, setting up a driving rhythm that barely gave her chance to catch her breath. With each flex and roll of his hips, each pistoning movement of his thick cock inside her, something inside her wound tighter and tighter.
She mewled helplessly and clutched at his back, digging her fingers into the sweat-slick skin, holding on for dear life. The scent of her arousal and Art’s masculine, musky scent mingled with the Starweed smoke. All she could hear was the thundering of his heart and her gasps of excitement.
Art increased the pace, pumping into her slickness, giving a small grunt of effort and tension each time he plunged fully inside her.
Charlie moaned, and the moan was snatched away by a surprised cry as she came, hard. She tensed, her muscles locking, thighs trembling as orgasm slammed through her.
Art’s rhythm stuttered, and he groaned, a low, hoarse sound – out of control. He spilled himself inside her, burying his face against her throat as he gasped out the last of his pleasure.
Chapter Ten
All Art could see of Charlie was her shapely bottom poking out from underneath the belly of the plane, where she was expertly tinkering with something. He took a moment to admire the view before he went back to work on the Cessna’s door. He slowly and carefully pressed the deep, ugly dents out of the door with his fingers, relishing the steady strength of his big hands. It was still buckled and uneven, but at least it was the
The ridge of his erection was an erotic torment against her swollen pussy, even through the thick denim of his jeans, and she whimpered and writhed against him, biting her lip as the friction sent shudders deep into her center and a blissful warmth spread in her belly.
She leaned down over him and kissed him, nipping his lower lip and darting her tongue into his mouth when he groaned helplessly in response. She worked her hands down between them and tugged urgently at his belt buckle, then fumbled with the button of his fly, murmuring with frustration until Art brushed her hands away.
He shimmied out of his pants, freeing his erection, which sprang up full and proud. A glistening strand of precum stretched, gossamer-thin, from the slick purple head to the skin of his flat belly. He pulled her snug to its hot, hard length, rolling his hips, arching up towards her. The sensation, even through the sodden cotton of her panties, had her moaning with excitement, squirming and writhing with the need to have him inside her.
Art ran his hands over her full breasts, trailed his palms across the curve of her belly, dipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. They locked eyes for a moment, breathing hard, electricity crackling between them.
Then he fisted the pink cotton in his big hand and tore it away, discarding the scraps of her underwear as he rolled her over, kissing her hard and pushing his way between her spread thighs, hooking her knee over his hip to open her up to him.
She was so wet she thought he’d slip inside easily, but he was so big… He grasped her hips and worked his way inside her inch by exquisite inch, coils of desire winding tighter inside her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and urging him to fill her, to fuck her, to take her and possess her and shatter her.
Art groaned desperately as he seated himself to the hilt in her grasping heat. He froze for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against hers, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Then he began to move.
He thrust inside her, setting up a driving rhythm that barely gave her chance to catch her breath. With each flex and roll of his hips, each pistoning movement of his thick cock inside her, something inside her wound tighter and tighter.
She mewled helplessly and clutched at his back, digging her fingers into the sweat-slick skin, holding on for dear life. The scent of her arousal and Art’s masculine, musky scent mingled with the Starweed smoke. All she could hear was the thundering of his heart and her gasps of excitement.
Art increased the pace, pumping into her slickness, giving a small grunt of effort and tension each time he plunged fully inside her.
Charlie moaned, and the moan was snatched away by a surprised cry as she came, hard. She tensed, her muscles locking, thighs trembling as orgasm slammed through her.
Art’s rhythm stuttered, and he groaned, a low, hoarse sound – out of control. He spilled himself inside her, burying his face against her throat as he gasped out the last of his pleasure.
Chapter Ten
All Art could see of Charlie was her shapely bottom poking out from underneath the belly of the plane, where she was expertly tinkering with something. He took a moment to admire the view before he went back to work on the Cessna’s door. He slowly and carefully pressed the deep, ugly dents out of the door with his fingers, relishing the steady strength of his big hands. It was still buckled and uneven, but at least it was the
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