Stiff Shaft Fever: Sylvette’s Rainy Golf Woods Ecstasy

Sweat beads on my neck. Sylvette bends. Ass high, tight, perfect hollow in her back. Short hikes up. Legs endless, bronzed. Heart hammers. I stare, not the ball. Tongue lolls like a wolf. Husband chats scores. I nod, eyes glued to her curve. Every swing, she thrusts back. Fills my vision. Cock strains pants. Eighteen holes of torture. Delicious hell. Her tits squeeze forward when facing me. Offrering. I throb, hide the bulge. He swings far, brute power. Me? Rough chaser. But her… god.

Week later. Solo day. There she is. Alone. Smiles wicked. ‘Saw your name. Joined you.’ Pulse races. We tee off. Wind howls. Clouds blacken. I crush drive. She slices, pouts cute. More swings for her. More ass for me. Green five. She misses putt. Again. Again. I offer help. Behind her. Arms wrap. Hands on hers. She arches. Ass grinds my crotch. Instant stiff. Heat surges. Cock presses her seam. We stroke. Ball drops. She grins. ‘Your shafts are stiff.’ Laughs low. Rain spits.

The Fever Ignites on the Fairway

My ball hooks woods. She nails fairway. Hunt in trees. Downpour hits. Umbrella up. She squeezes close. Wet heat between us. Shiver runs her. Hand slips thighs. ‘Gotta pee. Bad.’ I say go. Turn away. ‘Watch. You’ve seen pussy before.’ Throat dries. She drops short, lace. Squats wide. Jet hisses ground. Steam rises mud. Inches from my zip. Eyes bulge. Cock leaps full mast. She sees. Rises slow. Last drop clings panty. Zip down. Yanks slip. Gland pops free. Lips engulf. Hot wet suction. Tongue swirls ridge. Hand squeezes base. Pulls deep.

Blaze Explodes in the Downpour

Pants ankles. Umbrella shakes. Rain drums. She kneels mud. Sucks hungry. Balls tight under elastic. Pain mixes bliss. I groan. Nose bumps knee? World spins. Eyes snap open. Dark room. Clock glows. Wife’s pussy hovers. Five cm from lips. Scent floods. Musky need. She’s slurping gland. Fist pumps shaft. Tight grip heaven. Heart explodes. Tongue darts clit. She bucks. Swallows deeper. Throat milks. Veins pulse. Edge hits.

She lifts. I erupt. Ropes arc chest. She mounts face. Lips grind mine. Wet folds smear. Clit hard nub. Tongue spears hole. She quakes. Flood gushes. Cyprine drowns throat. Gulps slick. Spasms rip her. Body arches. Mine floats ash. Skin glows fevered. We collapse. Tangled sweat. Breaths sync. Sleep claims. Dream fairway calls. Ace the seventeenth. Best round ever. Skin still tingles. Echo of her heat. Unique burn.