JASMINE GREY GETS FUCKED IN A CABIN

Jasmine Grey Get Fucked in a Cabin

The cabin is quaint, nestled deep in a whispered glade, far from prying eyes. Inside, Jasmine Grey paces, her mind a whirlwind of nervous anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of pine and an unspoken, yet palpable tension.

Suddenly, the door creaks open. In walks Jay, towering, broad-shouldered, his dark skin a stark contrast to Jasmine’s creamy complexion. His eyes rake over her hungrily, drinking in her petite frame, the way her thin summer dress clings to her curves.

“Jay,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. She takes a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. He advances, a wolf stalking its prey. His hands reach out, cupping her face. She shivers at his touch, feeling the heat of his skin against hers.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve watched you, Jasmine. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one is watching.”

Jasmine swallows hard, her cheeks flushing. She knows he’s right. She has been watching him, admiring his physique, the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin. And now, here he is, in the flesh.

Jay leans in, his lips brushing against hers. Jasmine whimpers, her knees going weak. His kiss is demanding, possessive. She melts into him, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.

He walks her backwards until her back hits the wall. His hands roam her body, exploring every curve, every dip. He reaches for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. She stands before him, clad only in her lacy bra and panties, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jay takes a step back, his eyes predator. “Turn around,” he commands. “Let me see you.”

Jasmine obeys, slowly turning to face the wall. She can feel his eyes on her, tracing the lines of her body. His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs. She steps out of them, kicking them aside.

“Bend over,” he says, his voice husky with want. “Put your hands on the wall.”

Jasmine does as she’s told, bending at the waist, pressing her palms against the rough wooden surface. She can feel the cool air on her bare skin, the heat of Jay’s body behind her. She gasps when she feels his hands on her ass, squeezing, kneading.

“Spread your legs,” he orders. “I want to see all of you.”

Jasmine whimpers again, but complies, widening her stance. She feels exposed, vulnerable, but also, strangely, empowered. She is in control here, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

And then, she feels him. His hard, thick cock pressing against her entrance. She clenches, her body tensing in anticipation. He rubs the head of his cock against her, coating himself in her wetness.

Jasmine bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan. But when he pushes inside, inch by thick inch, the sound escapes her. He fills her completely, stretching her, claiming her. His hands grip her hips, steadying her as he begins to move.

Jasmine cries out, her fingers digging into the wall, her eyes screwed shut. He is relentless, his thrusts deep and hard, each one hitting that special spot deep inside her. She can feel him pulsing inside her, can feel his own need building.

Jay leans over her, his chest pressed against her back, his lips at her ear. “You like that, don’t you, Jasmine?” he breathes. “You like the feel of my big black cock inside your tight little pussy.”

Jasmine can only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure. He is right. She loves it. She needs it. She is addicted to the way he makes her feel.

He begins to thrust faster, harder, his hips slapping against her ass. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, the creaking of the old wooden bed. Jasmine can feel her own orgasm building, coiling tight in her stomach.

Jay must feel it too, because he reaches around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubs in tight circles, pushing her closer, closer, until she is teetering on the edge.

“Come for me, Jasmine,” he growls. “Come all over my big black cock.”

And she does. Her body trembles, her back arches, her pussy clenches around him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her boneless, breathless, spent.

Jay follows soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip on her hips tightening. He buries himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing, his hot seed spurting deep within her.

For a moment, they stay like that, their bodies joined, their breathing ragged. And then, slowly, he pulls out. His cum trickles down her thigh, a reminder of what they’ve just shared.

Jasmine stands on shaky legs, turning to face him. Jay leans in, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

“Till next time,” he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Jasmine can only nod, her mind still hazy with pleasure. She knows she will be back for more, for the forbidden thrill of his touch, the masochistic pleasure of his possession.

Because sometimes, dainty little girls like Jasmine Grey need a big, strong man to show them their place. And Jay is doing just that, one hard fuck at a time.