Lust In The Wild

In the heart of the forest, where the trees stood tall and ancient, a secluded clearing opened up before them. The earth was damp and soft beneath their feet, covered in a blanket of fallen leaves that cushioned their every step. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and moss, a primal aroma that seemed to summon the most basic of desires within them.

She stood before him, her body flushed with heat and desire, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her long hair tumbled down her back in a wild cascade, the dark locks tangling with the leaves and twigs that clung to her. Her eyes were wide and hungry, her lips parted in anticipation.

He stepped closer to her, his own breath heavy with lust. His muscles bulged and rippled beneath his skin, the evidence of his strength and power on full display. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour, every shiver and shake that ran through her.

Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close to him. His lips crashed down onto hers, devouring her with a hunger that could not be quenched. She met his passion with her own, their tongues dancing and twisting together in a primitive mating ritual.

They broke apart, their breaths mingling in the cool air. He grabbed her roughly, his hands roaming over her body with a sense of urgency that could not be denied. She moaned as he touched her, her body trembling with desire.

With a growl, he threw her down onto the damp earth. The leaves crunched beneath her, the sound like music to their ears. He followed her down, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the ground.

His hips thrust against hers, his hard length pressing into her through the thin fabric of their clothes. She gasped as he rubbed against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With a snarl, he tore at her clothes, ripping them from her body with a feral intensity that left her breathless. She writhed beneath him, her body bared to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He took in the sight of her, his eyes dark with desire.

He pulled at his own clothes, tearing them off with an animalistic fervor. His body was lean and muscular, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat that glistened in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the trees.

He pinned her down, his muscles bulging as he held her in place. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze holding her captive as much as his body did. She could feel his hard length pressed against her, the heat of him searing her skin.

With a wild abandon, he thrust into her. She cried out, her body arching up to meet his. He filled her completely, his length stretching her to her limits. She gasped as he began to move, each thrust sending her higher and higher.

Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, their hips slapping together in a symphony of flesh on flesh. The smell of damp earth and sex filled the air, a heady aroma that only served to heighten their desire.

They rutted like animals, their bodies slick with sweat and dirt. The leaves crunched beneath them, the sound a constant reminder of their primitive coupling. The sky above them was a deep, endless blue, uncaring and aloof to their passion.

Their climax approached, their bodies tensing and shuddering as the pleasure built within them. She cried out, her voice mingling with his as they reached their peak together. He thrust deep into her, his release triggering hers.

They lay together, their bodies spent and exhausted. The earth was cold and damp beneath them, a sharp contrast to the heat that still pulsed within them. The scent of sex and earth filled the air, a primal reminder of their coupling.

As their breathing returned to normal, they looked at each other, their eyes softening with a sense of warmth and tenderness. They had given in to their primal desires, their bodies becoming one in a display of raw, unfiltered passion. And in that moment, they were completely and utterly lost in each other.

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