He's pulled up my dress and wrapped it around my waist he's got his hand resting on the back of my neck which he's pushing down onto the cool metal bar on the front side of it. I'm choking and struggling as he slides his cock in and out and fucks me. He's got his other hand on my hip, sometimes. Other times he moves that hand to the cold steel bar and I start to suck on his fingers. We're out on a nature trail behind a works. I can hear noisy metal crunching industrial sounds. It's perfect back ground music.
When we get bored of that position he starts to fuck me over a flat rock. My head lolls back and I breath in the smell of the grass. He pulls my dress down and exposes my breasts. He squeezes and grips them. Globules of sensation. He tells me how fucking good I look. I always look good when I'm getting fucked.
We shift again. I'm on the ground. His hand is back on my neck pushing my face into the dirt. My knees are starting to get cut up, he's rubbing my face into some nettles. The sting turns into a hot burn and I tell him how much I love him fucking me. I come pretty hard then, squirting all over the ground.
Once we smoke a bit and get back to the car I want it again. We're in a pretty exposed place but I don't care. I clamber into the back of the car pulling him after me and get another really hard climax as he's fucking me hard and deep. He comes with me and moans and sweats and it's deeply satisfying. We hold on for a little bit before the drive home.
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