Raw Garrigue Night: Rescue Ignites Savage Desire in Unfinished Villa
May garrigue. Sun drags behind hills. New villa squats alone on stony path. Inside, Christian’s pulse steady after thrashing the pig. Girl saved. Necklace pocketed. Sleep evades. Door rattles. Bangs. Light slashes night. Her silhouette trembles. Audrey. Heart slams ribs. She grabs envelope. Gold gleams. Eyes lock in beam. Fear fades. Gratitude flares. ‘How to thank?’ Lips part. Breath hitches. ‘You. I want you.’ Words raw. Dangerous. She freezes. Then: ‘I’m yours.’ Blood roars. Urgency claws gut. Scoop her up. Firm arms crush soft curves. Carry to duvet. Skin scorches through polo. No bra. Nipples peak under fingers. Rip blouson. Lift shirt. Small tits firm. Pinch. She gasps. Heart hammers. Lean in. Lips brush. Her hand yanks neck. Tongues clash. Wet. Hungry. Hand dives skirt. Yank panties. Bare mound. Thumb hunts clit. Swollen. Slick. She arches. Legs spread. Danger pulses. Total possession nears. Sweat beads. Breath ragged. Impulse devours reason.
Lamp dims shadows. Mouth claims pussy. Tongue lashes folds. Suck clit. Bite gentle. She moans. Hips buck. Juices flood. Fingers plunge. Tight heat grips. Pull her up. Cock throbs. Steel hard. She grabs. Guides tip. Sink in. Inch by inch. Walls clench. Savage thrust. Pound deep. Sweat slicks bodies. Breasts bounce. Nails rake back. Heart explodes. Faster. Brutal. She claws ass. ‘More!’ Cry rips night. Pace frenzied. Balls slap. Pussy spasms. She screams. Climax rips her. Milk me. Hold. Then flood her. Cum jets hot. Collapse. Bodies fuse. Gasps echo. Skin fevered. Every nerve screams alive.
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