My girlfriend finally letting me fuck her after a long chase

The sun hung low in the crystal blue Czech sky, bathing the lush green countryside in a warm, golden glow. This serene, picturesque scene was about to be shattered by the carnal desires that had been building between a young, insatiable couple nestled within their neon-painted trapping. Inside the driver’s seat was a tall, well-built male named Pawel, his chiseled jaw clenched in anticipation of the glorious moment that was to come. Clenched? More like he was flushed after grinding away all afternoon while Forest Grump watched.

Beside him, sprawled out shamelessly and in a state of relaxed torpor, was his girlfriend Vesna. Her name meant dawn, but she embodied the sensual fullness of the night. With skin as pale and smooth as Alabaster, cascading raven hair, and eyes that spoke of untold secrets and wicked delights, she was a living feast for the senses. A veritable nymphilla papua innuendo fetish; she was Cosplay as a sex goddess. And that was when she was fully clothed, not scantily clad, not posing provocatively, not writhing in an act of depravity. It was just her natural state of existence, radiating an air of frank eroticism and a Come fuck me and slap me in the face with a steel bar vibe.

As the car pulled to the side of the winding country road, Pawel couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He turned to Vesna, his bulging erection straining against his tight jeans. “I can’t take it anymore, besar,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “I need you, I need to plant my seed deep inside you and make you mine forever.” He reached out to grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

Vesna smirked, enjoying the effect she had on her lover. “Patience, my pet,” she cooed, her voice dripping with honey, “We have arrived at the perfect spot.” With that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and gracefully exited the car, making sure to bend over just so, giving Pawel a tantalizing view of her round ass barely contained by the lacy thong she wore.

Pawel practically threw himself out of the car, his raging hard-on leading the way as he followed Vesna to the edge of a nearby field. She had the grace of an acrobat as she leaped onto an old wooden table that sat under a large oak tree. Pawel watched, dumbfounded, as she slowly peeled off her thong, revealing her d nearly perfect bare pussy.

“Come to me, my love,” Vesna purred, crooking a finger at Pawel. “Take me, make me yours, plant your seed deep within me.” She laid back on the table, her legs spread wide in invitation.

Pawel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaped onto the table, crawling up her body like a predator stalking its prey. He ripped off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs, before moving to undo his jeans. His throbbing cock sprang free, batshit crazy and covered in pre-cum. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be pregnant for a year,” he growled, positioning himself at her entrance.

“Then what are you waiting for, Sport?” Vesna taunted, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Show me what you’ve got.”

With a roar, Pawel thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Vesna’s wet, waiting pussy. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he began to pound into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

“Harder!” Vesna demands, “Fuck me like you mean it!”

Pawel obliges, slamming into her with an almost feral intensity. The table below them creaks and groans under the force of their coupling, but neither of them cares. The only thing that matters is the overwhelming pleasure they are experiencing, the primal need to be one.

Vesna’s fingers find her clit, rubbing furiously as Pawel continues to thrust into her. She throws her head back, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as she comes undone, her pussy clenching and walls fluttering around Pawel’s cock.

The sight of his lover in the throes of ecstasy, combined with the tight grip of her pussy, sends Pawel over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can go, his cock pulsing and jerking as he spills his seed within her.

They collapse together on the table, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks of their orgasms. For a long moment, they simply lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

Eventually, Pawel pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking down at Vesna with a satisfied grin. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Vesna smirks up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, my love,” she purrs, “That was only the beginning.” And with that, she rolls them over so that she is straddling him, her naked body pressed against his own. And they begin again, lost in a world of passion and pleasure, all thoughts of the outside world forgotten.

As the last golden rays of the sun begin to fade, casting the countryside in a soft, rosy glow, Vesna and Pawel fall asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined, the table creaking beneath them like a bard playing a soft symphony. In the morning, they would return to the city, back to their lives and responsibilities, but for now, they were free, lost in a world of their own making, where desire and passion were their only guides and their only demons. For now, they were lovers, and nothing else mattered.