You growl angrily and bite into delicate area between my neck and shoulder, Not a sweet, “kinky” bite- not a bite that makes you tingle and moan f...om the gentle sensations it brings, it was a rough, pissed-the-fuck-off bite that leaves a circular bruise for weeks, that makes your eyes roll back and your blood to boil, one that breaks skin and causes the adrenaline to flood your system. You grasp both heels of my boots and in one swift motion wrench my legs up and over my head, biting into the. “You were born to suck cock, weren't you, slut?”I whimpered.“Yeah, do that,” he groaned. “That whimper. That's good.”“Fuck her mouth, Officer!” whooped a watching boy.“Pound that whore's mouth!” a girl cried out and then clapped. “Going to get covered in cum!”I blinked my eyes, tears forming. I couldn't cry. My mascara would run. I'd have black tears flowing down my face, but it was so disgusting to have this cock slamming into the back of my throat. The thick shaft pumped away at me. I. In fact I think it encouraged him. His tongue and mouth went mad and I bucked and shook and squealed as his mouth took me to heaven. I felt my body flush hot, my nipples tight aching points on my chest as Uncle Joe’s tongue rocked my world. I panted as my hips bucked up against his mouth with my head thrown back, I held his head. His tongue worked overtime, sliding wetly along my sweet centre, tasting me, eating me, killing me with pleasure. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I repeatedly gasped as I. It’s perfect!With my nature-provided sex toy in hand, I skip back to the log and straddle it just like before. Once I find a patch where the moss is thickest and the bark underneath is smoothest, I scoot up to it, pull my panties aside, and then I grind against it nice and slow, humping it the way I used to do with my pillow years ago. Having wet, fuzzy moss rubbing against my clit and brushing against my folds feels amazing, but it’s not enough. I need penetration, like, now.After bucking.