Ben English And Jennifer Luv In Seductive Outdoor Striptease Ends With The Blonde Hottie Having Her Pussy Dicked Down Without Mercy

Title: “Outdoor Erotica: Ben & Jen’s Sultry Seduction”

The sun drank up the day’s last drops, casting everything in a warm amber glow. In a quiet corner of the city park, a vacant bench beckoned two lovers to break its solitude. Ben strode confidently, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. His companion, Jennifer, bounced along beside him, her blonde ponytail swaying. Her sundress fluttered, teasing glimpses of smooth skin above her sandals.

“Babe, I thought you said this place would be secluded,” Ben quipped, glancing around.

Jennifer grinned impishly, “Oh, I know it’s perfect. Trust me.”

She flopped onto the bench, patting the empty space beside her. Ben sat down, angled slightly to face her. His leg brushed her thigh.

“So, I was thinking,” Jennifer began, scooting even closer until their hips touched, “We should do that thing…”

Ben’s eyebrows arched. “That thing? Love, I’m happy to do any number of things – name it.”

Leaning in, Jennifer purred in his ear, “You know, strip down and make love under the stars. Right here, right now.” Her hand crept up his thigh.

Ben’s breath hitched. “Jennifer!” he sputtered, torn between scandalized and excited. “We can’t just… Lots of people come to this park!”

She grinned wickedly and stood, spinning until her back was to him. With a defiant toss of her ponytail, Jen slowly eased the straps of her sundress down her shoulders. It slithered to the ground in an obscene whisper of fabric. She stepped out of it, bare save for a lacy white bra and thong.

Ben gaped, mouth going dry as sand. God, she was stunning. Her body was all curves, soft and supple, glowing in the gathering gloam. She looked over her shoulder at him, blue eyes sparkling with mischief and arousal.

“Your turn, Handsome.” Her tone brooked no argument.

Driven by pure need, Ben stood and began to undress. His shirt was cast aside… his jeans unzipped and peeled down long legs… until he stood in just his boxers, tented rather lewdly.

“All of it,” Jennifer demanded, a queen surveying her realm.

He swallowed hard but complied, shirking off his boxers to bare his cock, rigid and heavy. Licking her lips, Jen turned to him fully, not an ounce of modesty in her eyes as they roamed over his body. Then she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, skin searing hot against his own.

“Fuck, Jen,” Ben groaned, grasping her buttocks, pulling her closer. His cock notched against her barely covered sex. “This is so wrong…”

“Or so very, very right,” she responded, nipping at his earlobe, her breath hot on his skin.

She ground herself against him, fabric abrading his sensitive flesh, making him gasp. His hands squeezed the ripe globes of her ass, reveling in the tight muscle under supple skin. She was sin incarnate in his arms.

Needing more, Ben sought out the clasp of her bra, flicking it open. The garment fell away, baring her perfect breasts to the fading light. He lowered his head, taking a pale pink nipple into his mouth. She tasted of salt and skin.

“Oh fuck yesss…” Jen hissed, arching into him. Her fingers raked through his hair, nails scraping his scalp as he suckled greedily.

Ben lavished attention on her breasts, dancing tongue and teasing teeth making her moan and writhe against him. When her nipple was a stiff peak, he released it only to stalk his lips up the column of her throat, kissing and nipping as he went. He turned, pinning her against a sturdy tree as he plundered her mouth in a hungry, filthy kiss.

Returning the passion, Jen bit his lower lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with her tongue. Her fingers found his erection, curling around it and pumping slowly.

Ben shuddered, nearly spilling then and there. “Fuck Jen, I need to be inside you. NOW.” The words tore from his chest.

“Then do it,” she challenged, eyes ablaze. “Right here, right now. Fuck me against this tree like you mean it.”

Growling, he grabbed her panties, ripping them away with a sudden jerk. She kicked the ruined lace away and wrapped her legs back around him. Ben notched his tip against her entrance, feeling her wet heat calling him home.

“Damn it, Jen,” he swore lowly. “You’re not wearing any panties under your… Thersty girl.”

If it was possible, Jen’s smile only grew. “Surprise.” Then she took him in her hand and guided him to her center, coating his cock in her essence.

Ben plunged into her, feeling her silken walls grip him tight. “Ohhh fuckk!” He reared back, slamming into her welcoming heat again and again. The tree creaked under their violent coupling.

Jen met each thrust, whimpering and panting, nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders. Her hips rolled, coaxing him deeper yet, and her heels dug into his ass urging him on, faster, harder.

Sweat sheened their skin, the heat of impending release building like a coil in the pit of Ben’s belly. He felt Jen tense and shiver around him, teetering on the precipice.

“That’s it baby,” Ben ground out, angling his hips to strike her deepest depths. “Come for me! Squeeze my cock!”

A miniscule shift was all it took and Jen shuddered violently, a high and keening cry tearing from her throat as ecstasy crashed over her. Feeling her spasms, Ben surged forward one last time, his own climax slamming into him like a freight train. He poured himself into her lovingly, shaking and growling her name into the night.

Gradually, they sank to the ground, Jen’s legs still wrapped around his waist as he softened inside her. A cool breeze cooled their damp skin and erased the evidence of their sinful act.

“That was…” Ben started, voice strained even to his own ears.

“Everything I imagined,” Jen finished, smiling languidly. She leaned in, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss.

Ben returned it fervently, with a newfound appreciation for Jenn’s wild side. You never knew what this gorgeous minx would do to shock and pleasure you next… and damn if he didn’t love that assuring uncertainty.

As the night closed in and cicadas sang, he gathered his love in his arms and brought her to their feet to return home. Hands clasped and clothes in a slight disarray, they slipped into the capable night, two candled hearts turtle doves bound.

THE END