"OH YOU LIKE THAT, do you?" He chucked her face playfully, his citrine eyes luminous, "you like it when I call you silver fox?"

[ TAGS: #outdoor #hardcore #hairy #mature ]

Hervor kissed the broad tip of his agile shaft, showing him he could call her whatever. Her fine nose stroked the underside of his girth and she gulped, moving her face more into his groin. If she could talk, Hervor had a whole lot of things she wanted to tell him. Her mind went: "You are my spec. By Mother Diamante, you fucking are! Slender and tall, with a big, big dick. Young and full of hot seed. And dear gods, I love how huge and hung your balls are...my strapping stallion."

She showed him though. Eotigan didn’t need to equip [Third Eye] to see in her head and know what she was thinking. Hervor did the dirty eye contact and everything, her mature body wining and grinding for more contact, under his eyes.

"—more. More of your heat. Let me smell of you. Take me. Breed me." Her eyes shone. Her lips had not moved but never more had Eotigan loved a conversation with a woman.

Hervor wrapped her long fingers around his beefed thighs and bravely went for it; she sucked in his balls one and then the second, seriously enjoying herself, giving little sweet moaning. She knelt there, beneath him, panting as he swelled more in her mouth. His cock was at this point as a branch that covered half her face. Beads of precum unloaded on her forehead and tufts of her wild silver hair.

Plop! Slop! PLOP!

Hervor sucked his balls with no shame—the forest was theirs alone—and when she would move from one to the other, she’d whimper and let her tongue slather all over his nether skin, she’d drink in his musk and savor and sigh. She couldn’t talk now but the sounds she made? Absolute wonder. "—ohh. Mmm... ummm..."

SLOP! Slop!

Eotigan, grabbing tightly to fistfuls of her riverine moon-white hair, translated all of her vocals in his head: "ummm, my young stallion, ohh fuck, I love sucking on your balls. I love this dick. Ohh yeah, I love all this fucking dick. I’m gonna clean you up like a real woman. I’m gonna make me empty your balls all over me, on my face, inside my pussy. Oh yes...you’re gonna get this pussy! You’re gonna pipe me hard, yes you are, my prince. I know you want this fat ass.

...and I want you to take it. Spank it. Pound it. Cum in it. Ohh, so much cum. You’re going to give me so much seed, aren’t you? I’m gonna drink it too. And I’m gonna squirt all over those marbled abs of yours. Now, let me taste your thick cock again ...ummm."

Hervor, as if on cue, withdrew from Eotigan’s hung sac with a salivary pop that had his knees weak. She licked at her lips devilishly and moved in hard, wholly impaling him inside her throat.

GLU-UUUG!

"Oh dear Zeus, woman!" Eotigan reached up on his toes.

Hervor didn’t quit.

She came up.

PAH!

—spat on his gorging head. And down she went again, deeply.

Eotigan groaned from inside his chest, grabbing to the sides of Hervor’s face. "Go slow, Hervor. Shit. You’re gonna kill me. Gahhdaaamn!"

"Mhmhmm...mmm..." Hervor moaned as if she meant to do exactly that—kill him with her crazy mouth. But she eased up. She began sucking slowly, ravishing the taste of manly salt and the feel of him throbbing against her tongue. Her right arm stayed delicately over his lean hip, but Eotigan caught the left creep down over her plump breast, caressing further down south, under folds of her green flannel heaped at her waist; the hand soon began to move erratically from side to side.

Eotigan said from above. "Look at me."

Hervor enjoyed herself one last lick of big dick before she raised up her face. He put a finger to her chin. "Your stallion wants a taste too."

Hervor had already began nodding. She was so turned on she didn’t think she could get more wet, but his words gave her a small orgasm. Just imagining him down there had her in the pre-orgasmic shivers.

Hervor fell back on the soft earth, watered by carpet grass, and began hastily pushing up her dress, bunching it up at her waist. She was too much in need to settle into pulling the dress off her head. Meanwhile Eotigan completely shorn himself of every clothing he had on. He stood above her in the serene clearing—in only black men’s stocking—tall and wolverine, stroking his 11inch erection over her suppliant form.

"You ready for me, silver fox?"

Hervor bit her lip and spread her legs.

"Gods of Alexandria! Look at that." He dropped from his great, nude height to his knees in front of her open legs, "such a perfect, little slit." Hervor flushed, but Eotigan was having none of it, "don’t go shy on me now, silver fox." He pushed up her naked thighs and smacked one of them. "I own this pussy now." He growled low, "make sure them legs don’t drop, got it?"

Hervor nodded, grabbing up her legs to her belly.

It came suddenly.

SLEEEE...EEEW!

Eotigan lapped her up from asscrack to her clitoris.

"Ahhhn—" Hervor quaked, her pupils crossing out, but she didn’t dare let go of her legs.

He came down upon her with something of a vengeance. His large, callused hand massaged the insides of her laps as he licked her, ass to clit, again, slowly, tasting, savouring, committing to memory. He put his face in her pubic curls, into the trimmed thatch that were so deeply scented in primed woman now, and he inhaled all of her.

His tongue teased her apex and soft labia with lightning roves. He kissed her core and spread her open with his mouth.

Hervor was humming with alive desire. Her entire body was vibrating.

"Mhmm, yes. Let me eat that. All of that. Show me that pussy, silver fox. Fuck. I’m gonna fuck this pussy." He made grunting sex talk that turned her blind. She couldn’t even look down.

PAH!

He smacked her. "Who’s pussy am I gonna fuck?"

Knowing very well she couldn’t talk, he still drilled her. To punish her. Hervor shook. He spat on her slit, and sank into it. His tongue pushed through her folds and Eotigan went to work.

In four seconds, Hervor was bucking up into his mouth, her silver mane splayed out behind her gasping body like moonflower. He was a craftsman with her. He knew how much she’d love to ride his face, and he gave it to her. Hervor still could not bring herself to look down and see just how hot he was on her. She put her face to the side—her hair a pillow, listening and trembling to the lewd sounds of him slurping her up. He did a thing with his tongue like a Husky at a well and Hervor shut her green eyes, coming hard.

Slurp! SLURP! SLEEE—

Hervor was stiff for a second, her eyes shut tight. Then she rocked, and vibrations took over. A sexual fever brought on by Eotigan yet ardently torturing her poor body. "Aaahhhhnnnn..." Hervor stretched out on the grass, stopping him with a hand. Just as his roguish face came up from her spasming legs, she rent out a wail, and her glistening slit opened in a rush of squirting.

P-PISS! PISS! PISSSS—

She splashed Eotigan all over, moaning as she did; the sight of him bathed by her juices made her come yet harder, a repetitive orgasm. "Yes. Look at that shit. Yes, Hervor. Fucking yes. Make that pussy breathe for me. Do it. More. Fuckin’ more. Yes. All that shit. All that shi—" He rubbed her down with his palm, scattering the stream on her and him, causing them both to shine in the light of the quiet bush.

He tapped her slit several times till she was all bred—for that moment.

Hervor was still quivering when he shoved three fingers inside her, testing her readiness. "Good, Hervor. Very good. Now go ahead and bend over. You’re gonna take it now. All of it."

His silver fox did what he asked—and more. She turned around, facing a short Englewood this time, her fingers to its mangled roots as she settled on all fours. And she spread her knees wide on the little grass. She peeked behind to catch a glimpse of him sucking off the fingers he had used to fuck her.

PAH!

Eotigan’s loud palm met with her round buttocks. "Eyes forward, Hervor. Got it, bitch?"

PAH!

Hervor mewled, wetness sliding down her inner thigh at his roughness, her long hair falling over half her face in a sexy curtain.

THAH!

The third round of butt-slap landed, this one hurt; Hervor was opening her mouth when Eotigan reared back and slammed inside of her to the hilt. Instantly, her cry melted into a long moan.

"Mhmmmmm—"

Her hand went back and she grabbed on Eotigan’s ripped ass to keep him inside her. She was coming again. She couldn’t help it.

As his giant member ebbed within her, Hervor felt the hotness and girth of his cock as such a satisfying length and at such a sweet angle, she came the third time rolling her ass on him. His warm dick excited what must be all the spots of her vagina. In Hervor’s mind, this was her first real pipe-down.

Bucking down and gasping, she released his hip and Eotigan took his chance to pound the shit out of her delicious, big ass. He felt the heat radiating from her pubes and smelled her strongly on the wind: pure native woman. Her pussy made so filthy, wet sounds it was a struggle on his part not to just explode his spunk already. He bent her more, grabbed onto her motherly hips, and beat her pussy so hard he was pretty sure the earth rocked.

Or was it just his rolling eyes?

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Y-Yes, you wicked, green-eyed woman. Take this dick! Take ALL this motherfuckin’ dick!"

PAH! PAH—

Hervor felt him tense up behind her, and she let him start to shoot inside her pussy. And then while he was still leaking, she pulled away, turning around quickly to face him. She grabbed him without pause, her sudden move causing him to fall back on his knees, leaning onto his ankles. And she put his jerking cock in her mouth, sucking feverishly and swallowing.

GLUG! GLUG! GLU-UUUG! GLUG!

"Oh, HERVOOOOOR!!!" Eotigan emptied his soul inside of her mouth. She would not stop; she did him in, rubbing his balls and jerking his pipe with her hands—all while sucking the tip.

She must’ve swallowed a dozen times.

Eotigan wasn’t sure what happened in the three minutes of his explosion, but when he finally could stop bucking like a darned bull into Hervor’s wicked mouth, he was on his back and she was between his legs. He felt like he’d just moulted.

He looked down. Hervor licked at a stray line of semen coasting the side of her lip. She gave him that same smile that had started all this in the first place, "my hung stallion."

Eotigan blinked. Did she just, talk?

Hervor was just as surprised as he. Apparently, his cock could make a dumb woman speak.