Submission Under the Open Sky


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The man's cock throbbed hard in his pants as he watched Megan's face light up, her brown eyes gleaming with that desperate hunger he loved to exploit. They were tucked away on a quiet park bench at dusk, the distant hum of traffic and rustle of leaves the only sounds breaking the charged silence. No one around, but the open air made every whisper feel exposed, every touch a tease against the thrill of getting caught. She leaned closer, her voice breathy and urgent. “Sure, anything, like anything. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, okay? Do you want me to keep practicing on your thing like I did before? You know, like kissing it and letting you push it in my mouth? Is that what you want me to do? Because you know I’ll do that anytime you want, just anytime it feels so good and it gets me so wet and creamy down here you know.”

Her hand slipped up under her short skirt right there, fingers disappearing between her thighs. He could hear the faint slick sound as she touched herself, her breath hitching. Megan's cheeks flushed pink, but she didn't hide it—spreading her legs just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her shaved pussy lips glistening with her juices. She was dripping already, that creamy wetness coating her fingers as she rubbed her clit in slow circles, her skirt riding up to expose the slick mess. The scent of her arousal hit him, musky and sweet, making his thick cock strain painfully against his zipper. Fuck, she was such a needy little slut, teasing herself in public like this, begging for his dick in her mouth. He shifted on the bench, his hand dropping to his crotch to squeeze his bulge, feeling the heat pulse through the fabric. Her submission fueled his dominance, that raw power surging as he watched her fingers dip deeper, coming away shiny with her cream. “Show me how wet you are, slut,” he growled low, his voice rough with command. “Pull those fingers out and let me see that dripping pussy. You want my cock down your throat? Prove you're soaked for it.” https://nyack.top/ran Megan whimpered, her eyes locked on his as she obeyed instantly, hiking her skirt higher. Her pussy was a slick, swollen mess—pink folds parted, creamy arousal leaking down her inner thighs. She held up her fingers, strings of her wetness connecting them, and without a word, she sucked them clean, moaning around the taste of herself. The sight made his balls tighten, pre-cum leaking into his boxers. She was his perfect obedient toy, always ready to worship his thick shaft. “On your knees,” he ordered sharply, unzipping his pants and yanking out his hard cock. It sprang free, veiny and thick, the head already slick with pre-cum. The cool evening air kissed his exposed skin, but the heat from her gaze burned hotter. Megan dropped to the grass in front of him without hesitation, her knees sinking into the damp earth, skirt still bunched around her waist. Her tits heaved under her thin top as she crawled closer, lips parting wide, tongue flicking out eagerly.
He grabbed a fistful of her brunette hair, yanking her head back to make her look up at him. “Open that fucking mouth, Megan. You're gonna swallow every inch until I feel your throat squeeze my cock. And don't you dare touch that sloppy pussy until I say so.” Her eyes widened with lust, a fresh gush of wetness trickling down her thigh at his words. She nodded frantically, mouth stretching open as he guided his throbbing dick to her lips. The first push was pure bliss—her warm, wet mouth enveloping the head, tongue swirling around the ridge as she sucked greedily. He thrust forward, forcing more of his thick length past her lips, watching her cheeks hollow as she took him deeper. Gagging sounds escaped her, but she didn't pull back, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with his pre-cum as she bobbed her head, slurping noisily on his cock. The park's seclusion amplified every wet suck, every choked moan vibrating down his shaft. He fucked her face harder, hips bucking to bury himself balls-deep, her nose pressing against his pubes. Megan's throat convulsed around him, milking his dick with tight, spasming pressure. Tears streamed down her face from the effort, but her eyes stayed locked on his, pleading for more abuse. Under her skirt, he could see her thighs clenching, her pussy clenching empty and desperate, more cream oozing out as she humped the air subtly, denied permission to touch. “That's it, choke on my fat cock, you dripping whore,” he grunted, holding her head still to ram deeper. Her gurgles turned to desperate whines, the vibration sending jolts straight to his core. He could feel her submission in every swallow, every eager lap of her tongue along his underside. The risk of footsteps nearby only heightened the urgency, his balls slapping her chin as he used her mouth like a tight, wet hole. She was close to breaking, her body trembling with need, but he wasn't done— not yet, not until she was a sobbing, soaked mess begging for release. https://nyack.top/ran 

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