265. A SCORNED MATE
MARIUS
"Ah, ah, ah…"
The woman’s rhythmic moans against the tree were getting on my nerves.
She’d followed me when I went off to take a piss, flirting with that easy smile and those tits almost spilling out of her neckline.
I was about to tell her no when her hands groped my cock, but when I turned, the brown color of her hair was what pulled me in.
I don’t even know what her face looks like, just that now I’m pounding into her pussy with a steady rhythm, one hand gripping her hip and the other