Chapter 983 The Primal Urge
"Of course, I’ve specifically practiced this," Natalie said with a seductive smile, her hips sensuously shifting as her wet honey pot enveloped the boy's hot shaft. Her thick, slick labia parted and tightly clutched the young man's reproductive organ, while a continuous flow of milky fluid seeped from her slit. Her inner walls undulated, creating significant suction that drew him in even deeper.
Their bodies clashed vigorously, each breath filled with longing and sweat. The mature, ravenous woman and the youthful, impulsive boy reveled in this unparalleled erotic rapture. With the sky as their canopy and the earth as their mat, the boy's penis moved like a serpent, exploring, ravaging, and releasing itself within the woman's depths, fueled by a burning fervor.
The intense impacts and unrestrained thrusting perfectly inflamed the sultry courtesan's fervent desires. Perhaps only the boy's clumsiness and innocence could awaken in her the cherished memories she had deliberately forgotten. At this moment, there were no schemes, no deals, no machinations, no quest for fame or fortune—only the most primal and natural union of a man and a woman.
However, just as their passionate battle reached its peak, the roar of an engine suddenly sounded nearby, startling Kevin. He halted his movements, looking up to see lights flickering through the dense woods. Fear gripped him as he quickly said, "Sister, someone’s coming. What should we do?"
"It’s nothing to worry about. If we can come here, so can others. Just ignore them," Natalie replied, slightly irked by the interruption yet also anxious about the potential embarrassment if someone saw them. She lay atop Kevin, her hips and waist immobilized, but her lower body continued its efforts, her elastic inner walls tightly wrapping his member, gradually squeezing and making Kevin's bones almost melt with pleasure.
Soon, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed through the forest. Kevin’s heart raced, fearing it might be Jasper coming to catch them. The dreadful thought caused his once stiff member to soften, slipping out of Natalie's vagina.
"Why are you in such a hurry? My skirt's already torn because of you," a coquettish female voice cried out, followed by the man’s chuckling, suggesting they too were a pair engaged in a secret tryst.
Soon, moans began emanating from a nearby thicket. Relieved, Kevin turned to see Natalie kneeling on the blanket, raising her plump, white buttocks high, casting him a provocative look. The sight of her engorged and tantalizing labia beckoned him, reigniting his desire. He pounced, thrusting his swiftly erecting member into her honey pot, feeling the heated head part her slick lips and rub against her warm, tight walls, rapidly penetrating her cervix. Their bodies became entwined once more, his thick member now enveloped by her flesh, creating a seamless union that began to instinctively move, plunging both into intoxication.
"The feeling of your thick, hot cock plunging into me... that exquisite fullness making my sensitive vagina itch," Natalie moaned, her mature body responding to his invasion. The supreme pleasure sent waves of ecstasy through her, dismissing any concerns about the other couple nearby, instead finding the situation even more exhilarating.
Hearing Natalie, the nearby woman’s moans ceased momentarily, only to resume seconds later, their sounds of pleasure mingling in a competitive symphony amid the forest, as though the stamina of their male partners was being tested.
Kevin recognized the woman’s voice but couldn’t place it. Supposing she was a familiar face, he was spurred by the woman's licentious cries. Grabbing Natalie's full buttocks, he thrust zealously, his robust member delving deep into her sticky, warm passage, making loud, slapping sounds. His hips collided with her plump, firm white ass, reddening her skin.
"Kevin, you’re fucking me so well. You’re so deep...," Natalie’s voice came from her swaying, heavy white breasts, which jiggled against her chest. Her tempting and provocative tone spread through the thickets, arousing the nearby man, who responded by veering more intensely, engaging in an unspoken contest with Kevin.
However, Kevin, now in full swing and having already climaxed once, leisurely continued his rhythmic thrusts inside Natalie. After about ten minutes, the man next door surrendered first, with the woman murmuring a complaint.
Proud, Kevin then fiercely pounded into Natalie, her fleshy labia fluttering like butterfly wings. Moisture gushed, matting his pubic hair in thick clusters. Natalie’s resilient, snow-white body trembled, unable to contain the virile boy's unleashed lust. Her hips arched into a bridge, letting out a sharp, cat-like moan. A torrent of fluids surged from her core, coating Kevin’s head and eye.
Kevin, nearing his own climax, grinded his hips fervently. With a series of rapid thrusts, he spurted his thick semen into her vagina.
"Sister, I feel so good," Kevin murmured, collapsing onto Natalie’s soft back, feeling her full body still trembling. His penis soaked in her warm fluids, he wished he could drift off to sleep right there.
"Yes, me too. Let’s go," Natalie sighed deeply, turning to envelop Kevin in an embrace. Their tongues intertwined before she lazily dressed, her flushed face and smoldering eyes hinting at the lingering aftermath of their passion.
Hand in hand, they emerged from the forest, spotting a dilapidated black Santana on the open ground but no sign of the couple. It seemed they hadn’t left yet.
Natalie ignored them, getting in the car and pulling Kevin along, driving down the hill to leave. Moments later, two figures emerged from the thicket: Quentin, with his keen gaze, and his disheveled, bedraggled girlfriend Jasmine.
"Quentin, who was that woman?" Jasmine curiously asked. After they finished, Quentin hadn’t left but stayed hidden in the thicket, witnessing a statuesque, beautiful woman leave with a tall boy, thinking how adventurous the woman must be.
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