Night had completely fallen over Blackwood Forest. The atmosphere around the camp was silent, with only the chirping of crickets and cicadas harmonizing into a song of the night, and the soft crackling of the embers in the dying campfire. The pale moonlight filtered through the clouds and tree branches, bathing the two tents, which stood not far from each other, in a faint silver light.
The large tent belonging to Damian and Clara was completely still, while from the smaller tent next to it, Julian's soft snores could be heard at a steady rhythm... a confirmation that everyone had sunk into a deep sleep... everyone except for one person.
Inside the large tent, Clara lay with her eyes wide open in the darkness. She lay motionless beside her husband, Damian, listening to his steady breathing... but tonight, it felt like an invisible chain binding her. In her mind now, there was only the image of Owen... his words... his actions... The love, the gratitude, and the raw desire that had been awakened were burning her from the inside until she was almost mad.
The battle in her mind ended quickly... Desire had incinerated everything... She couldn't take it anymore.
Clara slowly moved, as slowly as humanly possible, carefully sliding her arm out from under the blanket. Her every movement was meticulously calculated to make no sound. She sat up and crawled out of the tent like a wildcat, every second fraught with the risk of waking Damian.
The moment her bare feet touched the cool, dew-damp grass, a thrill shot through her body like a static charge. She stood up in a flimsy, jet-black satin nightgown that fluttered in the night breeze, revealing her alluring curves under the moonlight. She slowly made her way to Owen's tent, every step filled with risk and a fiery determination.
Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would explode...
She came to a stop in front of Owen's tent... the final bastion...
She reached out a slightly trembling hand to the zipper pull and slowly slid it down...
Zzzzzzzip...
The sound of the zipper in the silence was like thunder in her ears, but luckily, it didn't wake anyone.
She slipped into the tent, which was filled with a masculine scent, silently... The faint moonlight shining through the canvas allowed her to see Julian curled up in a sleeping bag on one side, and Owen, feigning sleep on the other...
He was still awake... because he knew she would come to him tonight from the result of the choice he had made…
Clara slipped through the small opening of the zipper into the tent as quietly as possible. She quickly zipped it closed with a soft hand before crouching down in the darkness, which was thick with tension.
The atmosphere inside this tent was completely different from outside. It wasn't just a sleeping place, but Owen's "personal space." The air inside was filled with his familiar body odor, mixed with the faint scent of the tent's canvas. It was a scent that violently stimulated her primal instincts, making her body flush with heat.
Her heart pounded in her chest as if it would burst out. She took a deep breath, gathering all her courage, before she began to move...
She crawled on all fours as silently as a wildcat stalking its prey. Every movement had to be so careful that all her muscles tensed. The feel of her palms and knees on the cool tent floor contrasted with the heat radiating through her body. Julian, curled up a short distance away, was a reminder of the "danger" and "sin" that was just an arm's length away... but it only made her more excited.
Finally, she came to a stop beside Owen...
She knelt beside him in the darkness, looking at the handsome face sleeping under the faint moonlight. The closed eyelids... the well-formed lips... everything looked calm but held a raw power that could tear her to pieces at any moment. She leaned in until her lips almost touched his ear, her breath trembling with lust.
"I... I can't take it anymore, my love~"
It wasn't just words... but a moan, suppressed to its lowest volume, filled with a lust so dense it was about to explode.
Without waiting for him to wake... Clara's full body slowly moved to straddle him, as silently and defiantly as possible. She used both her knees to press down on the tent floor on either side of his body, before slowly lowering her plump buttocks to grind against his crotch... She intended to wake him in the most agonizing and heated way...
She began to move her hips, grinding slowly... intending to use her wet slit to rub against his crotch through the thin fabric of his pajamas...
She did this for a moment... savoring the thrill of the illicit act and the upper hand of being the one in control...
But then... she felt something was off...
The abdominal muscles beneath her... they were tensing in rhythm with her movements... It wasn't the tensing of someone asleep, but a deliberate tensing...
Clara froze for a moment... a cunning and heated smile appeared on her face in the darkness... 'You cunning man... pretending to be asleep, are you?' Her excitement shot to another level! He wasn't asleep! He was waiting for her!
Knowing that... she no longer needed to wake him!
She leaned down, crushing her lips against his, fiercely and passionately!
Mwah! Smooch! Smooch! Slurp! Mmmph~
Owen responded to the kiss instantly! Their tongues tangled in the darkness, a soundless but fierce battle. Every time their teeth lightly scraped or the wet sound of a kiss was too loud, they would both freeze for a moment, paranoid that Julian would wake, before crushing their lips together again, even more frantically.
"Mmmph... Owen..." Clara moaned in her throat, her voice hoarse and full of lust while their lips were still locked. "I need you... I need you to slam into me right now!"
That desperate command was like fuel on a fire!
"I know..." Owen growled back in a whisper just as hoarse, his hot breath washing over her face, before he used that moment to slowly break the kiss, his eyes still locked on her glistening ones. "I need you too... Clara... Your slutty body is driving me insane!"
Owen's last words were like a spark that lit a fuse!
She wouldn't let his desire remain just words! Her trembling hands moved to rip off her own satin nightgown, frantically but as quietly as possible. The black satin was torn from her fair body under the faint moonlight. It was a decisive shedding of the "outer shell" of being Damian's wife!
The full figure hidden within was revealed to his eyes... Gigantic, fair, and heavy breasts trembled with her heavy breathing, their light pink nipples hard and erect with lust. A slender waist met flared, firm hips... Every part of her body was screaming for a frantic fucking!
Her hands began to roam his body, wantonly and greedily. She squeezed every muscle, traced her nails over faint scars, before tearing his pants out of the way without a care. Owen let her do it... watching his friend's wife, who was about to become his, with the satisfied eyes of a possessor.
When their naked bodies pressed together, the heat from his skin seeped into her until she almost melted. Clara grabbed his 12-inch cock, which was hot and so hard it was frightening... squeezing it so hard the veins bulged even more, before guiding it to her wet, throbbing slit.
She slowly pressed herself down... slowly... agonizingly...
Shlurp... Shlurp...
[Image: Clara x Owen 1]
Every millimeter of his glistening, flared head as it penetrated, parting her soft folds, was a pleasure so intense she had to dig her nails into his chest, biting her own lower lip until it bruised to stifle the slutty moan that was about to escape. Her love juice coated his shaft, making it glisten under the dim light.
"Ah... Ssshh... Fuck!... Your pussy is so fucking tight, Clara!" Owen growled in his throat, his whisper filled with pleasure.
"Your cock... it's too big!! It's filling up my whole stomach… Aaaahh!~" she replied, her voice trembling, but it was a compliment, not a complaint.
Shlurp! Thwack!
Finally... his cock slammed all the way in for the first time that night. Clara sat motionless on top of him, panting heavily, adjusting to the tightness that was piercing her from within.
And in that moment, Owen reached up... cupping the massive, trembling breasts before him in both his hands. He squeezed them hard, as if to crush them, feeling their soft, heavy weight overflow from his palms.
"Ah!"
Clara jolted, instinctively arching her chest to meet the rough touch. A thrill shot from her nipples through her entire body like an electric current. Owen didn't wait. He pulled her body down...
Slurp! Mwah! Mwah!
He devoured the hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth hungrily, using his tongue to lick and his teeth to gently bite until Clara was almost crazed.
"Mmm... Aah... Owen... right there... Ssshh~" she moaned, her voice trembling, trying to bite her lip to suppress the shameful sound, but her treacherous body only arched her chest further into his mouth with overwhelming pleasure…
[Image: Clara x Owen 2]
The silence in the tent was dominated by the sound of heavy breathing and the heat radiating from two bodies that had merged...
After a moment of stillness, absorbing the feeling of being filled until she was about to burst, Clara began to move her hips slowly. It was her true "ascension to the throne." The moonlight filtering through the canvas bathed her naked, sweaty body, making her look like a goddess of the night. In her eyes, as she looked down at Owen, was a fiery love and an unconcealed possession.
Now... she was in complete control of the game.
Thwack... Thwack... Thwack...
She began to ride his large cock, moving her hips slowly... but deeply and heavily. Every movement precisely ground against his pleasure spots. His hard shaft slammed against her cervix every time she pressed her hips down, until all he could do was moan in his throat with bliss, closing his eyes to savor every touch she gave him. The feeling of being controlled by the woman he had always desired was a thrilling and blissful experience.
"Ah... Clara... Fuck!... Just like that... Ssshh..." Owen moaned in a hoarse whisper. He raised his hands to caress her smooth back with fascination, feeling the muscles clench and twitch with every grind of her hips.
Meanwhile, his mouth was still suckling her hard, erect nipple like a hungry baby. He bit and licked it violently, alternating left and right without tiring, until she couldn't help but arch her chest to willingly meet his touch. She teased him with a seductive smile, her face flushed, but her eyes sparkled with the light of a victor.
"Aaaahh~ No matter how hard you suck... there's no milk coming out, my love~"
[Image: Clara x Owen 3]
She stared deep into Owen's eyes, communicating all her love and desire through her gaze instead of the cries she had to hold back. Her body writhed with the building pleasure. She began to quicken the pace of her hips, little by little... deliberately grinding her slit against his shaft, intending to wring every last drop of pleasure from him... and from herself…
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The wet sound of flesh on flesh continued in a slow but heavy rhythm inside the silent tent. Clara was still in complete control of the game. She used every movement of her hips to grind and wring the pleasure from the man she loved, who lay beneath her. The feeling of sin had completely vanished, replaced by the raw desire to possess him, and him alone, tonight.
But then... suddenly!
"...that raccoon... give me back... my sausage..."
The voice, mumbling in sleep, sounded clearly from a dark corner of the tent, causing all of Clara's movements to freeze instantly! Her body tensed as if turned to stone, her heart dropping to her stomach. She stared at Julian's shadowy form with the utmost fear. The adrenaline of fear shot through her, making her feel numb all over.
However... Owen remained strangely calm.
He slowly pulled his lips from her hardened nipple, before moving one large hand that had been squeezing her breast down... to cup her plump, trembling buttocks. He squeezed them hard and firmly. It was a wordless comfort, a signal that everything was still under their control... and at the same time... his rough thumb began to grind slowly and deliberately on her clenched ass crack!
"Ah!"
Clara jolted, instinctively biting her lower lip to stifle a shameful moan. The new and forbidden pleasure was so intense it almost completely erased her fear.
Snore... Zzzz...
When Julian's snores returned to a steady rhythm, Clara let out a sigh of relief. But... the adrenaline that had been born from fear now became the perfect fuel, fanning the flames of her desire until they blazed even more fiercely! The risk of being caught had become a first-rate aphrodisiac that made the blood in her veins boil!
She no longer needed to hold back!
Clara began to move again, but this time her rhythm had completely changed. It was no longer slow and steady, but fierce, hot, and desperate! She rode him with a crazed frenzy, as if to assert her victory and crush all fear under the force of her lust!
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The sound of flesh on flesh was now much heavier and wetter, but it was perfectly masked by Julian's loud snores! It became the most perverted and exciting soundtrack in the world!
"Owen... I'm... I'm gonna... Aah... I'm gonna cum!" she moaned in a hoarse whisper, shaking her head in an agony of pleasure that was about to peak.
"Together, my love..." he growled back in his throat, before thrusting his hips up to meet her rhythm just as violently!
As the final wave of bliss was about to crash down, Clara leaned down low, looking deep into Owen's blazing eyes, before crushing her lips against his, more deeply and frantically than ever before. She wasn't just kissing... she was about to swallow all their moans!
Mmmphhhhhh!!!
The growls from both their throats sounded in unison, sealed by lips that crushed together so hard it was almost painful. Their tongues tangled fiercely, as if in a final battle.
Thrust! Twitch! Twitch!
Owen thrust his hips up one last time, slamming his large cock into the deepest point, as if to bury himself in her body!
And in that instant... both their worlds exploded into a white light!
GUUUUUUSH!
SPLOOGE! SPLOOGE! SPLOOGE!
Their bodies convulsed violently, coming at the same time. Owen shot a massive amount of cloudy white semen into her womb until it was full. Clara's back arched until it almost broke, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red marks, while every muscle in Owen's body tensed as hard as stone.
[Image: Clara x Owen 4]
A minute later, when the feeling of bliss had passed…
Clara rested her face, wet with sweat and tears of joy, on Owen's strong chest. She panted heavily, letting her trembling body slowly calm down. Inside her hot slit, the muscles still clenched his cock in a rapid rhythm, refusing to let him go, as if to wring out and drink every last drop of him.
The sound of their panting and their pounding hearts was like a war drum. It was the only sound in their ears. Their sweat mingled, and the hot, cloudy white semen overflowed from Clara's slit nonstop... It trickled down, staining Owen's taut stomach... a testament to their union, which had just occurred under the cover of darkness and risk…
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