Hardcore sex with beautiful teen after a date

The park was bustling with couples on romantic dates, but none as clandestine as Jenna and her secret admirer. She had met the handsome stranger online a week ago, trading flirtatious messages that left her feeling hot under the collar. When he suggested a rendezvous in the park at dusk, the curious coed eagerly agreed.

Jenna arrived at the designated spot, a secluded grove hidden from prying eyes by dense foliage. She smoothed her short sundress, heart racing in anticipation. A twig snapped and she spun around, coming face to face with the man from the photos. He was even more handsome in person, tan skin and chiseled jaw framed by tousled chestnut locks.

“Jenna,” he purred, teeth glinting in a playful smile. “I thought that was you.”

“Hi,” she replied breathlessly, quivering under his intense gaze. “I’m surprised you recognized me, I only sent you one selfie.”

He chuckled, taking her hand to lift it to his lips. “Let’s just say your beauty is unforgettable.”

Jenna blushed, pulse quickening. This mysterious man had her all hot and bothered, his flirty words igniting a need deep inside her. His hand squeezed hers before releasing it, his fingertips trailing down her arm. A shiver danced over her flesh.

“Would you like a drink?” He produced a bottle of red wine from the picnic basket by a blanket spread over the grass.

“Sure.” Jenna sank to the blanket, knees wobbling. He poured them each a glass, plastic cups clinking. They sipped in companionable silence.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he finally said. “I hoped coming here would give me a chance to get to know you better.”

“Me too,” Jenna admitted. In truth, she had been counting down the hours till this date, matching photos failing to capture the allure of his smoldering eyes and disarming grin. And his body looked just as delectable in person, toned muscular arms straining the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

They chatted and flirted, the wine flowing freely. Jenna grew more relaxed, laughing at his witty banter and improbable stories. Emboldened by the alcohol, she shifted onto her knees and crawled towards him.

“So mister, if you’re so interested in me…” She purred, batting thick lashes, “then why don’t you show me?”

His eyes darkened, nostrils flaring with desire. “Oh Jenna,” he growled, lips curling into a smirk. “What a naughty girl you are.”

She bit her lip seductively, reaching out to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. She slipped it off his broad shoulders, hands roaming his bare chest appreciatively. He hissed in pleasure at her touch. Suddenly he hauled her into his lap, mouth crashing against hers in a searing kiss.

Jenna moaned, melting against his strong body as he plundered her mouth. His hands slid down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the plump flesh. She writhed against him, breasts heaving. Breaking the kiss, he stripped off her sundress, revealing her nude body. Jenna gasped as his hands caressed her skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, eyes devouring her lithe form. Jenna purred under his touch, nipples pebbling into hard points. He draped his shirt over her shoulders before lowering her to the blanket. Unbuttoning his jeans, he shimmied out of them, letting his hard cock spring free. Jenna’s mouth watered at the sight.

She reached for him but he shook his head, pushing her thighs apart. He knelt between them, lifting her hips to his mouth. Jenna cried out as his tongue delved into her wet heat, lapping and suckling her delicate folds. His merciless ministrations had her bowing off the blanket, hands fisted in his hair, head tossed back in ecstasy.

Suddenly he replacing his tongue with two thick fingers, pumping them in and out of her slick channel. Jenna whimpered, hips bucking, chasing her release. With his free hand, he rolled her clit between his fingers, applying deliciously firm pressure.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, voice rough with lust. “Come all over my fingers, I want to taste you.” The obscene words combined with his talented fingers pushed her over the edge. Jenna shattered, sobbing his name, thighs quaking, gushing fluids onto his hand.

He lapped it up greedily, laving her through the aftershocks. When he finally released her, Jenna collapsed onto the blanket, boneless and panting. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. He rolled a condom over his thick shaft before settling himself between her splayed legs.

“Tired already?” He teased, notching his tip at her entrance. She lazily shook her head, eyes hooded. He slowly rolled his hips, easing his considerable girth into her tight channel inch by delicious inch. Jenna’s eyes rolled back at the exquisite stretch.

“Oh yes,” she gasped as he bottomed out, his pelvis nestled flush against hers. He thrust shallowly a few times before finding a deep rhythm, each snap of his hips making her clench around his length. His hands found her bouncing tits, kneading and flicking the painfully hard buds. Each pinch sent sparks flying down her spine.

They moved together like a well-practiced dance, all heat and slick friction, sweat-slicked skin sliding deliciously. He filled her so completely, as if he was made for her. Jenna lost herself in the haze of pleasure, each high-pitched moan drowned out by the buzzing in her ears.

His eyes flashed dangerously when a scream erupted from her lips, a second orgasm crashing over her in waves. He groaned, thrusts growing erratic, before slamming into her to the hilt with a shout. His cock pulsed thick and heavy inside her, spilling into the condom separating them.

Chest heaving, he collapsed onto the blanket, carefully rolling them onto their sides to cuddle her close. Jenna snuggled into his embrace, utterly sated and ready for round two.