The sight of Caila’s body as she gradually unravels for me is enough to drive me insane. Her full breasts are uplifted with a little upturn, same as her nose. As she slides and grinds gently along my rigid dick under the tent of her dress around us, they sway and bounce firmly. But they feel oh so pliable in my grasp.

I’m loving how she straddles me and sits up on me to slide her wet juices back and forth, torturing my wood. I can’t believe I’ve got my hard calloused hands all over this angel. I can’t believe she wants this so bad. Wants me this much.

When she pulls aside her panties for me and I gaze on her pink little pussy, spread open I almost lose it right there. She’s glistening wet and the aroma of her is the sweetest perfume. I want to pull her up my chest, lift her and position her pussy right over my mouth so I can plunge freely inside her tight hole, that’s puckering under my gaze.

“Touch yourself,” I command her and she does what I say immediately. With a little smile that says she’s getting exactly what she needs and enjoying every moment.

Torturing me, knowing how desperately hard it is to keep my hands off her, my mouth from lapping up every drop of her sweetness. It seems that we both want to draw this out as long as possible, not just go for a fast hard fuck. She wants to revel in my body against hers as much I want to drink in every part of her, whether with my eyes, my mouth, or my fingers – we both know where this will end. With me buried all the way inside her body and her screaming for more. We want to extend it as long as possible, taking our delectable lust-fueled time.

She slides her fingers back and forth across her wet pink folds and I’m mesmerized by her pleasuring herself. The way her head tips back to inhale from the stars.

She strokes one fingertip across her clit point, engorged and poking out from her spread so violently it looks like it’s raging as hard as my dick.

But it’s delicious how she teases me, how we’re teasing ourselves on each other. She traces circles around the tiny bulge, moaning and thrusting. But when she moves further back toward her shuttered eye, I lose it. Her pussy is mine now. I don’t even want her touching herself there. I grasp her wrist and pull her hand away to replace it with mine. My harder, fatter finger replicating her strokes.

She bucks her hips against me, loving my more forceful caress. Loving that it’s me touching her. She tries to reach for my cock but I hold her wrist in restraint so all she can do is writhe against my stroking fingers while her tits bob up and down above me.

I circle in the juices flooding her open pussy, working gradually back to the hollow of her entrance. She bucks more fiercely now, moaning and whimpering my name. Her pelvis circles and circles around my fingers urging me to push inside. I can feel the craving gripping at every pore in her body, the yearning to take me.

I could lie here under the stars all night watching her pleasuring herself on my hard fingers, gradually coming apart at the seams. But the seam I’m sweeping is too fucking enticing. Caila’s body is an irresistible force drawing me in deeper.

“Ahh,” she gasps as I unexpectedly push one finger through her tight entrance all the way inside her tightness.

“You’re so wet for me baby,” I rasp out, my throat catching.

“I’m soooo wet,” she echoes in a drawn out caramel voice of utter bliss. She glides the backs of her hands up her neck to lift her silky tresses so the ends trail tantalizingly over her naked tits. I reach up and pinch a nipple, thumbing over the point.

“Fuck me, Rand. Fuck me now,” she commands.

I like her confidence but I’m still the one in command.

“I’ll take a taste of you first.”

I haul her hips up over my chest, trailing her nectar along my skin like she’s marking every hard muscle. She’s so tiny in my palms, it’s nothing to lift her hips up over my chin. Her scent drives me half insane, a shard of light hitting my brain. Holding her there, on her knees, her dripping pussy an inch above my face, I lick the length of her. She shudders and her upper body keels forward, her palms slamming down on the flatbed for support as she quivers on my tongue.

That’s good. Because anyone might have passed and seen my bare chested baby rising up like a masthead on the back of my truck. She’s on her knees now over top of me driving me ever wilder. Like a beast, I drop her spread right onto my mouth and push my tongue into her hole.

She squeals out loud. Her tits swaying and heaving with her panting breaths.

She circles her hips onto my tongue buried inside her, forcing me in deeper. Her hand claws through my hair, wrapping its length around her fingers and straining the roots with her hunger.

Her pussy clenches then shivers, before letting loose in a series of contractions that make her cry out.

With my tongue still licking her clit, I slip my finger back inside her. She’s so wet it slides in easily and she takes me fiercely as I shove a second finger inside her. My fingers are so big, she’s stuffed full of me. I can feel her walls straining and I know my cock is gonna stretch her even more. Still she moans and writhes, murmuring my name as she lifts her hair and her tits so prettily.

I scissor my fingers open inside her and she lets out another delicious low moan. I love how this girl responds to my touch and I don’t think I can restrain my searing dick much longer. The need to be enveloped in her tight pussy is overwhelming. I press at her resistance again so she arches and as I draw my fingers back across her g-spot she comes completely undone.

Her climax started sultry in its development, but as she suddenly clenches around my thick finger, I feel the pleasure rush up her core. Her tunnel twitches through spasms and Caila arches, bucking and moaning loud enough to wake the entire town.

My lust flies at my edges, demanding to be relieved. I withdraw my fingers and am rewarded with a pouty mewl.

“Greedy girl,” I husk at her as I pull her back to position her writhing hips on the head of my dick and push all the way into the length of her clenching tunnel.

“Ohhh,” she moans and tips forward, unable to support her shaking core any longer.

Her hands palm the flatbed beside my ears and I cup her round ass in both hands to pull her an inch higher so I can suck her nipples.

“Oh god,” she whimpers above my head as I thrust inside her harder, my fingertips delving into the juices soaking her rear chasm.

She slams down on my length, wanting me harder even though I can sense how I’m filling her and stretching her walls to the limit. The intense hug of her pussy is taking me close to the precipice. I squeeze her perfect cheeks in my big fists until the flesh spills delectably between my fingers.

“I could fuck you all day every day, Caila,” I grit out, coming closer.

“Yesss,” she hisses, panting and pushing back on every thrust of my hips against her soaking folds. “I want you always. I want your cock filling me like – ohhh.”

She moans out a long painfully pleasure soaked climax and unable to support herself on her hands any longer, her entire body collapses onto the flatbed of my chest.

I slide my arms up to encircle her and her clenching pussy tugs my orgasm from me with a deep groan.

Her fingers dagger through my too long mop of hair and I hold her tight to me as we shudder and retrieve our breathing. Her soft flesh presses into my hard ridges, molding into my sculpting like she was carved by a master craftsman.

“Fuck we fit together well,” I husk into her hair.

“I’ve never felt like this,” she whispers, still panting after her explosive release. “I never knew it could be so good.”

“Me either, my baby,” I burr. “Me either.”

No word of a lie and I wish we could lie there all night, resting together in the afterglow of our shared lust. I want Caila to know this wasn’t a quickie. Despite the location and how we were overtaken by need that threatened to burn us up, she belongs to me now.

“You wanted to tell me something,” she murmurs, her satisfied passion all soft on her lips.

With her cheek resting on the round swell of my pec muscle as she trails a little finger along each ridge and hollow of my abs, I’m not about to ruin the most perfect moment I’ve ever known.

“Only how much I like being with you,” I say, my voice catching in the back of my throat.

I wish I could take back everything I’ve done in the past but I can’t. Either she takes me as I am or she doesn’t. I need her to accept me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen, except wreck the intense bliss, yeah bliss, I don’t care if I sound girly soft. There is no feeling like this in the entire universe.