She ran her hands through his hair and tangled her fingers, pushing his face closer as he lowered a hand down her back.
“My body is yours,” she purred over his lips.
He captured her with his mouth as their tongues entwined, their groans meshing into a single unit of a pleasurable entity.
His fingers were delicately running down the middle of her back all the way to the tip of her ass. The languid pace in which they were moving contrasted with the urgency of the rest of their bodies. She felt him near the cleft of her ass, then smiled under their sloppy kiss.
“You’re so bad,” she groaned against him.
Gripp growled, then wrapped two hands around her plump apple ass. He squeezed, his nails slightly digging in, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. Her wetness pressed against his cock, and her heart nearly burst out of her chest.
“I’m only bad for you,” he whispered.
April felt feral, her only desire to feel Gripp’s hard cock deep inside her. She trailed her mouth to his chin, his neck, kissing and biting as she went. He kept his hands on her ass as she spun around, rubbing herself against him as she went onto all fours.
“Fuck, April,” Gripp groaned.
He rubbed his hands down her back as she rolled against him, teasing his tip with her soaking wet opening. He moved himself down, found her ass cheeks, and did something April wasn’t expecting.
She felt his tongue slide directly into her asshole, and she let out a sexy yelp that echoed in the tiny space.
“Oh, Gripp!” she moaned, a breathy mixture with her pants of desire.
He rolled himself inside her orifice, giving her a tingling, foreign sensation. She drove her hips back into him, helping him thrust his tongue deeper inside her. She moaned, never having felt so damn naughty in her entire life.
He primed her asshole for some time before giving it one final lick, then sat up behind her. She wanted him so badly that no other thought existed in the universe.
“Fuck me, baby,” she pleaded, pushing her ass against him. “Please fuck me hard. I need to feel your cock inside me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he muttered before pushing himself inside her.
His pelvis slapped against her ass as he thrust into her hard. She moved forward, letting out a high-pitched whimper as he took hold of her waist. Her head spun as his cock rubbed against the ridges of her G-spot, filling her entirely.
He then began pushing himself inside her at a rapid speed. April was glad that she could finally express herself without worrying about an old friend in a nearby room. All that was beyond them was forest and wildlife and caping darkness that listened to their fucking like a sweet melody.
“I love your pussy, baby,” Gripp grunted as he hammered into her.
She shoved her ass back against his dick to meet his velocity and power. She couldn’t believe she was in a cave with the firelight casting their sexy shadow against the wall, being railed by a man she had just met.
“Your tits are fucking perfect, too, fuck,” Gripp moaned.
His cock felt unbelievable inside her, not too big, not too small. Its slight curve rubbed her in all the right places, causing her eagerness for orgasm to go into overdrive. She bounced her ass against him, encouraged by his grunts and praises of her body.
She was nearing the edge like a boat approaching a waterfall. She lifted her hands from the blanket they had been on and leaned up against the cave wall, giving herself a strong surface to push against. Her breasts slammed into each other, adding to the clapping sound of their colliding flesh.
April was nearing that waterfall, and she was beyond ready to dive deep into oblivion. Sweat poured down her forehead as she pushed with all of her might against the rocks, slapping her ass in a fast movement against Gripp’s cock. She bit her lip as she moved furiously, loving the animalistic sound of their skin smacking together.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” she bellowed.
“Fuck yes, baby, come for me,” he growled.
Gripp leaned forward, so his chest was pressed against her back, finding her skin with his mouth. April moved her hands higher up the wall of the cave, so their bodies lined up perfectly, with delicate curves and passionate heat.
Gripp thrust into her hard and held his breath, his one hand still on her hip while the other one moved between the valley of her breasts and found her neck.
He rested it there but did not squeeze. It was a tender moment amidst a furiously dirty bout of sex. It was when he kissed her shoulder that April’s climax hit its peak, washing through her like an angry wave of rapids.
Her eyes rolled back as the most cataclysmic orgasm shot through from the muscles of her vagina, all the way out to the tips of her fingers and toes. She couldn’t breathe for a moment. The world had stopped because the euphoria was too much.