I felt her teeth press into my shoulder. She moaned beautifully, before clasping my face in her delicate little hands, and staring into my eyes.
“Kiss me, Alex, kiss me hard, and make me come on your cock, just like this.” She pressed her lips to mine, and I turned and walked with her, kissing her, the motion of our movement creating the little bit of friction she needed. I needed a whole lot more, after my wife’s recent escapade, but I was happy enough to give Robin what she wanted, since I’d already been on the receiving side of her lips twice.
My hands clutched her firm ass cheeks, squeezing her soft flesh, and I carried her to the bed where I lowered her onto her back, still kissing her. I shoved hard into her, putting my hands on her shoulders and pulling her down firmly, pushing as deeply as I could. Completely filling her, I let my hands slide down from her shoulders to her sweet tits. I fondled them, playing with her hard little nipples, enjoying being able to hold them, squeezing, twisting, while her breath hissed in my mouth. She ripped her lips from mine, groaning.
“That’s it, Alex, I’m coming. Oooh,” she moaned, her body quivering, her pussy clamping down on my rod, waves of passion riding my staff deep inside of her. “Don’t move, don’t you dare move, just a few seconds more, just….”
“FUCK!” she cried out loudly before I could quickly cover her mouth with mine, my tongue ravaging her mouth, while she came on me again, hard, her feet striking my ass from behind trying to draw me even deeper.
The tenseness in her body slowly dissipated, and she melted beneath me. She sighed hugely, her mouth slack, her legs dropping to the bed. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, and finally gave me a weak smile.
“We were bad, Alex. Very bad. Please don’t tell. I couldn’t help it.”
I pulled out of her and looked down at her red, open pussy. Unable to resist, I lowered my mouth to her crotch and tasted her, just a bit, before pulling away.
I walked away from her, before I lost all control and fucked her senseless.
“Tonight,” I told her, “I want you to watch while I fuck the shit out of Sheri. I want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you, imagine it’s your sweet pussy I’m plundering.”
“Mmmm, I like that,” she said, laying on her side and watching me. “And when I ride Dan into oblivion, you should know that it’s you I’ll be thinking of as well.”
“You’re a bad girl, you know that Robin?”
“I’ll be bad for you, given a chance,” she said softly, her eyes burning into me.
I had to get out of there. I wanted this vixen way too much.
After almost carving myself up sharpening my axe on Dan’s antique grindstone, I headed back up the trail, fully clothed this time. I could feel the tightness of a light burn on my skin, and didn’t want to exacerbate it.
Halfway through taking care of the wayward branch, and a few of its buddies, I found Dan working his way up the trail behind me, his weed-whacker announcing his presence before he got to me. He was trimming back the sorry excuse for a road, occasionally taking his machete to any bigger stuff extending out over the 10 foot wide set of twin dirt ruts.