Dreamily she ran her hand up and down his length as she coated his cock with the squirty cream, enjoying the slip and slide of white his skin, the hardness making her mouth water as she found she needed to feel his cock filling her mouth. In one desperate lunge, she pushed him back and dropped back to her knees, her breasts heaving as she grabbed the back of his thighs. She buried her face into his cock, nuzzling his balls, relishing the delicious taste of precum mixed with the creamy desert, the feel of strong thigh muscles under her hands. He grabbed his cock then, jacking himself once before slapping it roughly against her face, smearing pre-cum over her cheek and lips. How she loved it!
In that moment all outside considerations had faded and she could not deny her newly discovered love of cock any more than she could have walked away from the delicious specimen in front of her.
“Go on then love… show me what you’ve got” and he pushed his thick, meaty cock between her parted lips, his other hand grabbing the back of her head to stop her escaping. The invasion was so sudden she choked, before instinct and desire took over and she started to suck lewdly, licking up all of that cream and making it as messy as she could until drool was running down his cock onto his balls and dripping onto her breasts. She pulled away with an audible pop, a string of spit tying her lips to his cock and lowered her head to suck his giant balls…she heard him groan, his voice deep and felt his hands tangle in her hair, pulling, just on the point of pain, guiding her head as she sucked and tongued his balls, loving their hot, velvety softness in her desperate mouth. Staring up into his eyes, surrounded and controlled by his power and strength as she knelt before him, she reached for his cock again, sucking on the tip, running her tongue over his veiny length…kissing…licking…finally sucking him in again. She was born to suck his cock, taking it deep, burying her nose against his stomach, his balls nestled against her chin. I felt him deep at the back of her throat…making her choke and gag…simultaneously so filled and so empty, her ass instinctively rocking back and forth, pussy dripping, soaking her panties, desperate to be filled again.
She needed to pull back, breath just on the edge of desperate when both hands grabbed hard on her head, holding her in place, taking full control as he started to fuck her face hard. Sometimes pausing, holding her head still, his cock locked deep in her throat as she tried to swallow and spasmed around him…sometimes pulling back to stare at the tears in her eyes, the drool running down her chin. He fucked her face again and again until, his rhythm stuttering, she felt his balls tighten as he started to cum, with a deep groan, straight down her throat. She couldn’t breathe, choking and sputtering as he filled her mouth, some of his cum spilling out to mix with the precum already covering her breasts as she couldn’t contain it all…
As the flood subsided, she fell back, coughing and gasping as he ran his hand idly up and down his still hard cock, rubbing her spit and his cum into his skin, her mouth laced with mixture of cum and drool along with small stains of whipped cream, heaving and pleased with her work.
Already desperate with the need for a cock in her pussy, she was so turned on, fingers digging into her pants underneath her gown and reaching for her juicy, wet cunt as she stared up at him. He watched her hump desperately on her fingers for a long moment before, grabbing her shoulders, he helped her get up, pushed her roughly so her hands rested on one of the empty garden tables, ass towards him as he rose her skirt and pulled her panties down.
She felt his hands burning on her flesh as he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. She moaned loudly as he rubbed his hard cock against her pussy a couple of times, making her shiver, then with one hard push he was inside her, thick cock stretching her to the point of pain as she arched her back and screamed.
His thrusts were delicious…hard and fast, balls slapping against her skin as he grunted and she tried desperately not to slide forward against the slick table, hands slipping forward from the intensity of his fucking. She came for the first time then…sensation washing over her so frenzied and uncontrolled her arms couldn’t hold her up anymore and she collapsed down until her chest hit the table, her breasts sliding painfully, spasming. He never stopped fucking her though, just grabbed one of her arms, pulling her up and back a little so he could get the angle he wanted, driving in deeper and harder every time…shaking her like a rag doll…fucking her through her orgasm until all she could do was scream and drool as her pussy was savaged…mind blank of anything but his cock destroying her with every stroke, tits shaking and heaving, spilling over as her shirt buttons loosened from the impact.
Suddenly he let go of her arm, pushing her resistless body onto her side, one leg lifted into the air, cock buried deep, pounding into her as he stood in between her legs. His hand found her breast, gripping on, squeezing painfully as he burrowed in and out…it was relentless…no pause…no chance to catch her breath…just her body suspended between pleasure and pain, hanging in a never-ending ecstasy of sensation as he owned her, body and soul, right there on that garden table.
An eternity of his cock thrusting into her later he moved her again and this time she was on her back, legs flung wide, knees towards her head, just a dripping wet, wanton hole to be fucked, her cunt gaping and twitching. He knelt over her, hand tugging at his wet cock and then in one long, hard thrust, was inside her again…buried deep…still and steady, eyes locked on hers. She moaned deep and long, desperate to feel the pull and drag of his cock inside her but he stayed still, teasing her until she started squirming and arching under him, egging him on to start moving…finally he did, slowly at first then gathering momentum… hips slamming into her brutally…fucking her so hard with his thick cock until she had to reach up and brace herself on the slab to keep from sliding down.
He fucked into her over and over like an animal, body hunched over hers, crowding her…caging her in until he was all she could see, all she could smell…sweat and cum and something undeniably masculine filling her senses as he sucked hard on her spilled tits, licking her pink, puffy nipples… then his mouth was on hers and, panting harshly, he licked and pushed his tongue between her open lips, hips pounding like a jack hammer into her, cock filling her until she came again…flailing…spasming…ecstasy as he owned her cunt, a seemingly never ending orgasm.
He fucked her through it, never ceasing his relentless movements… she could feel her pussy juices dripping down her thighs, staining her dress and then the table beneath her as his rhythm finally stuttered and he slammed into her, balls deep, once…twice…a third time and he came inside her a shout. She could feel his cock as it pulsed…buried deep inside her, his cum flooding into her, hands gripping her arms hard enough to leave bruises. The feeling of his cum spilling into her, the slide of his cock as he pulled out made her cum again…he knelt there watching her, panting, hand on his cock as she spasmed and moaned…fucked out and floating as cum dripped from her puffy, red pussy. She couldn’t stop quivering, the sensation lasting for long, unending moments…
Finally, she realized his blunt fingers were in her cunt, sliding through cum, one finger poking into her, pulling out their combined juices, spreading them over her pussy and thighs…then lips, surprisingly gentle given the brutal fucking he’d just given her, traced over her cum stained flesh, licking and lapping sending waves of sensation washing over her …making her shiver and sigh. He ate his own cum from her ravaged pussy, hands pushing her legs further apart, tongue questing inside her to swallow as much as he could, teasing one more tiny, exhausted orgasm from her limp, languid body before, finally, he rose, buckled his pants and found a chair to relax back and catch his breath.
Still a wet mess, she got down from the table, and went over to join him on the seat, on his laps, her head laid on top of his shoulder, the feel of her breath his neck, nothing at all could ruin this moment for them both.
They remained there for a while, relishing the cool morning breeze that swept the flowers, and soon after, Miranda realized how much energy all that exercise had drained from her. She got up and rearranged her clothing, before leading him to the table where the neatly covered food awaited them.
Now, they could eat.