"I'm in the bedroom!", she hollers when she hears him come in.
She's laying on their bed, in just a robe. Their bedroom has only one source of light- candles. Candles that are burning on every surface. It takes him less than three minutes to make his way into the bedroom, he's already naked.
He's been outside in the woods while she's just been hanging out in the cabin. She watches him as he walks towards the bed. The closer he gets, the more her hormones rage, making her pussy spasm. By the time he actually reaches the bed, she has left a puddle, small but still a puddle.
She doesn't move until he gets on the bed, she unties her robe letting the strings fall. He moves in between her legs, she spreads them. She's ready and he knows it. She moans and groans as he penetrates her.
She loves his big cock buried inside her wet pussy. She's so tight, he loves it. Loves how she does kegels to make herself even tighter.
There is no need for foreplay, they do not need it.
He pounds her hard, harder, harder, harder. She reaches up, grabs his hair, and pulls before letting go to dig her nails into his shoulder blades. She is not laying still she is fucking him back. Harder, faster, harder, harder, faster, faster, harder. She spreads her legs even more, removing her nails from his shoulder blades she slides her hands down his back with nails to his ass, digging her nails into his flesh, pushing him even more inside her.
That movement does not make him stop, in fact, it drives him even more. He wrecks her over and over again, destroying her pussy. She loves it and so does he. They were made for this, a perfect match even though she's more on the romantic side. She removes her nails from his flesh, she sits up and bites his neck. A deep growl comes from both as she bites through his flesh, drawing blood.
