Good Love

re trying to find one of the flying squirrels supposedly inhabiting these woods. At one point, things started to get carried away. Jackson pushed me up against a la

hey fell past my shoulders. His hands moved over my body, hot through the material of my sundress, rubbing me all over and making my skin yearn for his unimpeded touch

they were hard little nubs. I broke the kiss and buried my face in his neck where I began to lick at his delicious skin, slightly salty from our day of hiking under the Canadian sun. He shivered before forcing my fa

tilted my head as he worked lower, kissing my neck and then biting into my shoul

y cleavage, his breath warm against the rise of my flesh. I froze as his hand swept down from my waist to my knees before rushing

to catch us up against that tree with my dress scandalously looped over his wrist and h

mind was betrayed by my body when I took a trembling step to the side, allowing his hand to explore the soft skin within. Hi

demanded that he stop immediately when he began caressing my juicy center with firm but gentle strokes through my sodden panties, suddenly at a loss to remember my English vocabulary. When his fing

n had a lecherous smile across his lips when they found mine again, mocking my embarrassment. My bo

l. I swallowed hard as I tried to comprehend what was going on while the pungent smell of my horny cunt flooded my brain. It was then that I heard the voices approaching, a man and a woman's, getting louder as they drew closer to us on the trail. Jackson gave me the 'shush' sign with the clean index

even approaching a sensible response, he placed his hands upon my waist, allowing them to glide sensuously over my hips as he slowly knelt b

g my pubes. "I've been happy to do this for past lovers but only with you do I crave it l

and tore them away. My hand uselessly tried to push his head back as he rooted against me, his determination to have me overpowering my desire to maintain some sense of decorum. "Jac

ould. An

s my fingers combed uselessly through his hair. It was only on the third spine-tingling pass that I managed to snatch a handful of his tig

back onto the trail. Taking my hand, he walked with an urgent purpose, his eyes searching the landscape intently. I trailed behind him in a fog of lust a

eaded deeper into the majestic oak forest. There were signs all over the park telling us that it was forbidden to venture off the official trails. As if he had sniffed it ou

anted to. Instead we just lay down and cuddled. His strong arms gav

ving me. The tent in his pants had not decreased in the least and I reached for it, salivating. I pushed him back to rest on his elbows as I undid his pants. His erection bobbed eagerly inside, anxious

f each descent. With each of his moans I grew bolder, shifting to gobble up his hairy balls while humming my eagerness to taste their contents. My psyche fed on the look he gave me, in a

fore I made him scream out like a teenage girl at a rock concert. I forced my head down further, gagging, trying to get my nose into his pub

ed my retreat. With Jackson's wrists blocking my vision on either side I could not see who's voice it might have been, but I would have sworn I heard t

dn't even look around to check who might have found us, so far off the regular trail. It was as if he didn't care, his concentration solely on me. Pre-cum continued

ening of my esophagus he forced the rest of his tumescent cock in anyway, oblivious to my need to breath. Wiry hairs pressed into my face and my nose was filled with the heady sm