NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 1: Ripe Peach
A cool October afternoon. We were lost at the edge of a deserted mountain path. The trees, covered in autumn leaves, swayed violently as if they were watching over our naked bodies. The man and woman had not yet touched, their overflowing desire exposed to the cold wind.
"I am in pain because my peaches are not ripe. I want you to ripen them with your hands."
She placed both hands on the sturdy oak reaching to the sky and shamelessly thrust out the ass she had been caressing. As his cold fingertips traced her spine down to the curve of her ass, he swung his hand and slapped her hard. A loud slap echoed through the air. Again and again he slapped her until her skin turned a painful, ripe red like a peach.
"Ah... Don't tell me summer is the season. Ah... Make it more, more like fall peaches."
Though her genitals and nipples remained untouched, she trembled with pleasure, her knees shaking uncontrollably.
The base of her red, ripe peach glistened with excitement, the heat within her rivaling the chill of the wind. Her scent, carried by the breeze through the trees, filled his nostrils. Overwhelmed, the man grasped her reddened buttocks with both hands, aligning himself so that the tip of his penis met the entrance of her dripping wetness.
"Does it feel that good? Hehe, give it to me... sink it into me."
He pushed into her, savoring the way her body molded around him, then pushed deeper. His slow, deliberate thrusts drew strange, breathy moans from her lips. Her sensitivity and heat grew, mingling with her embarrassment. When he buried himself completely, their bodies pressed tightly together, he didn't pull out. Instead, he spanked her again, the sharp sound echoing through the trees. She blushed, embarrassed yet aroused by the lewd sound.
"I'm so happy... filled with you."
She spoke, obscenely thrusting her hips back and turning her head to face him, still impaled. Beneath the autumn leaves, the woman was a vision of raw desire - a mysterious, naked figure demanding both spanking and the man's touch. The oaks swayed above, their rustling laughter echoing her shamelessness.
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