Marcel’s hand begins to move forward, to the beauty the flashlight was revealing, finding it extremely moist, thank God she wasn’t wearing any panties. He starts to surrenely move his fingers up and down her oceanic trench, feeling all of the juiciness of her lips enclose his fingers. As he moves back and forth, he finds that she’s quite unshaven, filling in the part of being a tailed animal in the forest. She starts grinding away a bit, her body moving as effortlessly as her skirt through the cool breeze. She starts licking on his neck and sucking on it, careful as to not break any blood vessels. She drops the flashlight and moves her hand to his pants, finding a log that didn’t come from the floor of the trail. He quickly unbuckles his pants, and stands up, allowing her to begin licking his shaft up and down. Feeling the full length of his penis be entitled to this mystical forest nymph’s ritualistic undoing of societal thoughts, she runs her hands up and down his inner thighs, bringing back the tingling brought on by the cool breeze of entering the forest earlier, remembering just the trees and nothing else. She starts to put her top lips around his supple, caramel apple of a head. Entwined by the naughtiness of the tail and the public location, he makes his way to laying down, allowing her to fully open her throat to take on his now fully erect monster of a snake. Marcel finds himself being vacuum sucked by mother nature herself, feeling the blond hair encapsulate his own forest region. He likes to stay trimmed enough for a personal happy trail, but doesn’t grow enough for it to need cut too much anyways.
After a few minutes of one of the deepest throat massages he has ever given, Marcel rolls up, quickly grabs the skirt’s waist and while using his torso, pushes her to the ground, easing her head to the floor with his other hand. He lifts her shirt up to reveal two beautiful breasts, completely clean of any tattoos or piercings, undoubtebly not what he was expecting from this type of girl. He begins to suck away at the medium sized, tight titties of the forest, as he grinds his member along her forest stream. Careful as to not slip into her without a condom, getting ever so close with the tip, he continues to hump animalistic, yet slowly the bottom of his john with her own cunt. Feeling the bristles of the hair on the side of his penis gets him so ever close to releasing his stream, to start up some white water rafting, he slowly edges back to kneeling on his heels. He looks around for the flashlight, and to see if anyone is on the trail. He finds the torch, and brings it back up to her, as she recoils a bit from the coldness of the metal. Marcel starts rubbing the metal upon her vulva to find her starting to softly moan. Looking at the work he’s doing, he finds her tail underneath her legs, picks it up, and starts rubbing the sweet softness onto her inner thighs, as she did with her hands. Marcel finds the sight of her movements something akin to a cat stretching out in the summer sun, but the only light here was the torch illuminating his hanging tree branch, waiting for it’s final release into this chick’s throat.
As blondie is squirming through an orgasm, she moves a hand to the flashlight, and as if she’s done it a hundred times before, moves it to inside her hairy cunt. Marcel feels her bottom lips take it in, as if eating it, yet feels the same pressure onto his dick. She takes control of the stick and his dick, moving the light in and out of herself just as she moves her tight grip around himself. Just as he feels the sweat bead down his forehead, she lets go of his member, swiftly pulls his head into her breasts to smother him, or maybe to get some of that saltiness onto her to lick up later. The skirt orgasms again, Marcel feels her legs quiver on his sides as she’s inserting the light back and forth into herself. He rocks back onto his feet again, looking to watch her magnificence. She sees that he just wants to watch at this point, and turns herself over and flips her skirt up. Marcel sees the ever-so-soft tail dangling from it’s rightful owner, a tight little ass above what he now sees as dark pubes from her, guessing she dyes some part of her hair, too entranced to figure out which set.
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