Hard fucking

The sun burned down on the dusty highway, the only sound the roar of the motorcycle engine. Jack wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting at the twisted metal up ahead. Must’ve been one hell of a crash.

As he approached, Jack noticed a pair of long, shapely legs mangled beneath the wreckage of the car. Whoever it was, they clearly needed help, fast. Jack hurried to the woman’s assistance, expecting to find some poor unfortunate soul at death’s door.

Instead, what he discovered made his jaw hit the pavement. tangled in the crash, completely nude except for her motorcycle boots, was a voluptuous brunette with the kind of body that would make a saint sin. Huge, round breasts jiggled temptingly as she writhed in pain, pouty lips curled into an expression of distress, and between her thighs, a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair could be glimpsed.

“Oh thank god,” she moaned as Jack rushed to her side. “I think I’m bleeding to death!”

Jack gulped, trying his best not to ogle the half-naked woman. From the looks of it, she had some deep gashes on her legs, but nothing life-threatening. Still, he knew a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when he saw one.

“Try not to move,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re in bad shape. I’ll have to take action.”

The woman’s eyes flew open in alarm. “Action? What do you mean?”

Jack leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I mean I’m going to have to fuck you. Hard. It’s the only way I know to stop the bleeding.”

Her eyes widened and she gasped, but Jack noticed a telltale blush creeping up her chest. “Well… I suppose if that’s what the doctor orders…”

Jack had to suppress a smile. hook, line, and sinker. His cock was already straining against his jeans, aching for her flushed, naked skin. He moved between her thighs, roughly pushing them apart.

“Hang on tight,” he growled, unzipping his fly. “This is going to hurt.”

He thrust into her without warning, burying himself hilt-deep in her sopping wet cunt. The woman let out a cry that was half-pain, half-pleasure. Jack set a brutal pace, his cock slamming into her again and again as he leaned down to take one of her massive tits into his mouth.

Juices dribbled down his chin as Jack suckled her, teasing her nipple between his teeth. He’d never felt a pussy so tight and hot, squeezing his cock like a velvet vise. It was almost too much to take.

But Jack was determined to make this fuck last. He wanted to imprint himself on this bitch forever. Pulling out reluctantly, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, ignoring her yelp of protest.

“I need to check your other injuries,” he said, grabbing her hips and dragging her back onto his rock-hard dick. “Brace yourself.”

Jack pistoned into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing down the road. The woman WAS still bleeding from her wounds but Jack didn’t care. All that mattered was chasing his own release.

He pounded her harder, faster, grunting like an animal as he felt his orgasm building. His balls tightened, and with a roar, Jack shoved himself balls-deep and let loose.

Thick ropes of cum pumped into her splayed hole, flooding her womb and triggering her own shattering climax. The woman wailed, thrashing beneath him as pleasure washed over her.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Jack pulled out with a wet squelch and stepped back to admire his work. His victim collapsed to the road, twitching messily as spunk trickled from her gaping cunt.

He gave her credit – she was still conscious despite everything. But Jack’s urges had only been partially sated. He needed more… He glanced around, spotting his battered leather case.

Perhaps a slicingphone for dessert, the unsuspecting woman thought, as Jack seized the knife and leaped on top of her again. Fortunately, it was all her imagination – all she could think about was the relentless pounding she was receiving.

But Jack disabused her of the idea, collaring his wristwatch over her goggle and fastenings it behind her head. It assertivenessed off her spectacular body, especially the heavy e Atlantics Williams that bounced and wobbled with every vicious thrust of his hips.

He pounded her fuller, harder, determined to cum a second time even as the woman screamed in ecstasy beneath him. Her legs cinched around his back as she bucked and thrashed, sending them both hurtling towards yet another mind-shattering climax.

When they finally collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, Jack pulled out and scooped up his boots. “Til the next road trip,” he said with a smirk, before striding away.

The naked woman could only groan in satisfaction, a dopey grin on her face. She might not have a car anymore – or any solid morals to speak of. But fuck if she hadn’t had the ride of her life.