A metaphorical tale of the beasts within we lovers.
ENjoy.
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She's come into my woods. She's dared to, her nervous fear, her scent, making me hard. Her soft ripeness. Her backward glances. I follow. My c**k is throbbing, so hard it draws all of my energy, rings, aches, to be inside her. The way her body shakes and wiggles as I pull her clothes away. Her breasts jostling. The way she invites me. Waving her bottom, swaying, pushing her bottom up, raising her red dress, naked underneath, my pulse quickens, my c**k throbs, pressing her swaying breasts and shoulders to the forest floor, a growl grows in the hollow of my thick chest. Her eyes are salacious, big, with anticipation, uncertainty. Want. Desire.
Bigger than her. Something in me has to have her, has to take her, has to be inside
