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waltersusu

hace 24d

Wild but warm

I have worked in this forest for fifteen years as a female lumberjack, deeply loving its peace and power. Though I longed for romance, age kept me from pursuing it. Recently, a sturdy, gentle male colleague caught my eye—we got along well, yet I never acted on my feelings. One sweaty afternoon, I went to my secret lake to bathe and relax. Midway through, he appeared. Shy at first, I covered myself, but then surrendered to desire and moved toward him. He pulled me into a bold embrace and kissed me deeply, tongues entwining. His hands roamed my wet naked body, kneading my breasts as I pressed against his hardness. He carried me to the rocky shore, laid me down and spread my legs. His fingers teased my sensitive spot, drawing soft moans and shivers. Then he thrust his thick cock into my tight entrance, pumping rhythmically—deeper, harder—water splashing with every stroke. Our gasps and the wet slap of skin echoed as my body trembled toward climax. I screamed in orgasm as he growled and flooded me with his hot cum. Afterward, we lay on the grass watching the sunset. He kissed my forehead and confessed he had secretly loved me for a long time. Warm and content, I nestled against his chest and agreed. From then on, we would work and love together in this forest, sharing every beautiful day.