"Spring"
She went about her day doing her usual chores. But she was in one of those dreamy states where all her mind would do is wander. It was the middle of Spring – warm weather made for summer dresses and glistening pearl skin. It stayed wet between her legs all day. And her mind wandered.
The afternoon sun called to her and she roamed the hills. To her spot she came – a hill where she lay to watch the clouds roll by. She dozed and daydreamed in the soft air and warm sun.
She woke to being rolled over to her stomach, hands already restrained and pinned, her dress roughly pulled up. She could only see the ground as her head was pinned with a bite behind the ear. Five hard smacks to her arse and a growl.
“Don’t fucking move.” Fingers pushed deep into her wet pussy and a triumphant huff between biting teeth.
“You’re mine, you fucking whore.” He growls into her ear, as he slips his thumb into her arse. “What are you?”
She answers with a gush of her pussy and the tiniest of squeals.
He admires how she looks – how she knows – before entering her from behind, forcing her head into the ground as he pushes harder, faster and deeper – into her soul. He lifts her arse, pulls her closer into him. She is silent but her breaths get heavy and something is building inside her. She can’t restrain it any longer and her body begins convulsing. Waves wash over and she can’t help but moan with every shudder. He pulls her up to her knees as it rips through both of them – he bites her hard and growls as she screams and drops to the ground in tears, in ecstasy.
