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Full Moon Mayhem
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Full Moon Mayhem Darkness submits to the hunter full moon as her arms wrap tightly about His waist. Her hungry roars can be heard above the highly horsepowered engine as they gain altitude. His cock stiffens knowing His Queen is a badass, deserving of His collar and commitment as well as looks spectacular riding with Him. Every man wants her, but she only wants to serve Him. His cock swells. He has found the space that suits His needs. She removes His helmet in service. When she removes hers, His suspicions are confirmed. The narrowing of her eyes, the way her plump lips have thinned into a Cheshire Cat grin, she has fully slipped into primal predator mode. The moonlight has created shimmering knives in her dark eyes. He slaps her face so hard that she loses her balance momentarily. Her head snaps back instantly, a wild smile flashes as she launches her pounce. Not heavy enough to push Him over, but strong enough to land on Him and hold on without her feet touching the ground. Her silky skin thrilled Him. The sensual details to her appearance, the way she maintained His property caused a guttural exclamation of His fierce longings. His hands wrap around her slender neck as her legs tighten around His waist. She strokes her fingers through His hair with one hand and His long whiskers with the other. Her heart sings with love and joy. In reality she would never push Him away nor run from Him, yet this is precisely her actions for their current pleasure as she dismounts and breaks for the treeline. She is so loud, He waits believing the chase to be swift. Even without the perfect circle hanging in the sky, she has big cat vision that serves her well in utter darkness. She removes her leather jacket shortly upon entering the woods. Since she knew they were going to play, she had on a one piece, long sleeve lace top that snapped in the crotch for easy removal. As she was about to lose sight of the jacket, she left it as the next breadcrumb returning to His Harley. Deeper into the woods, she memorized a few landmarks to lead her back to the lace. She wasn't wanting to lose her chaps, nor the special panties He loves as take down will not be gentle. She also didn't want to make it too easy to find her. His pussy is so wet and her pheromones so vibrant she marvels that her trail of liquid desire isn't leading Him directly to her. She finds a comfortable rock and waits patiently for the sound of Her Hunter. Time passes, she plays with His pussy, and her patience is rewarded with a snap of a branch. Silent as a mouse, He once commented about her. A lioness also stealthy approaches her Prey. He passes her. In the blink of an eye she is airborne, His back her target. He knocks her backhanded to the dark earth before she reaches Him. He had sensed her essence. On top of her before she could catch her breath His lightning hands bound her wrists with rope. Leaving a length to lead the beast His physicality mandated she keep pace. He knew His way back as sure as she. He paused without a word for her to collect the clothing left behind. Defiant, she fought against His binds and direction. He would, at His whim, stop and strike her hard. He was completely in control and her will and might would always lose the fight. Upon arrival at His Harley she startled Him when she jumped up and wrapped her arms with wrists still bound around His neck. His wet pussy knew the precise location of His stiff cock. Through His loose jeans He could feel the pressure of the lips wrapping around His head and shaft. A fierce fucking fills her thoughts. He sets her on His Harley and slips out of her grasp. He positions her ass up, bent over His Harley as He ties her legs spread wide and secures her hands on the other side. He removes His belt and delivers repeated blows to her ass. She screams at the top of her lungs. Terms of endearment as well as random curse words pepper her tongue. When she utters "I love You." He knows it to be true. Her ass bloody and welted, His cock needs to be served. She makes love to His cock with her mouth. A lifetime of oral fetish has prepared her to edge Him close to the point of orgasm with a thousand erotic techniques. He relinquishes His erection to her ample oral perfection. She will not let Him cum...His pussy screams. He takes His time serenading her flesh with His cold steel blade. He has carved His name in Her flesh because she is eternally devoted to Him. Tonight, the knife will only heighten their senses. Sensual seductive strokes leading to a bite of pain and pressure. No bloodletting this wicked night. His property. His pussy perfectly accentuated in His preferred panties. Turning moments into an eternity He warps time with His powerful lust slicing the material away from His conquest. Falling to the ground, His shaved pussy glistens under the full moon. Using His pussy, He edges Himself again and again. His pussy practically clamps down on His cock every time He gives her permission to cum. If He is not careful the pressure can actually push Him out if caught off guard. He is in no hurry, because the night belongs to Him, as does she. His teeth dig in mercilessly which cause her to squirt repeatedly on His cock. "Beg." In the voice to be expected this evening, the lioness roared. "Please cum inside of Your pussy. I deserve every drop! Please use my body and Your pussy to cum like the GOD You are!" Her love, her submission to Him alone completed the circle. He yelled with primal flare as He pulled her hair and emptied His power deep inside of her. |
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