When it starts getting cold outside you either suffer, put on more clothes, or go inside. Now, depending on the house, going inside might not provide the relief you hoped for. Let me tell you something; freezing houses equal butt cheeks covered with goosebumps. I don't care if you're just climbing out of bed (because of course you sleep nude) or if you're sitting down on the toilet, once that frigid air brushes against your skin it's going to get the bumps. The same applies if, say, you were in the garage bent over a bench with your pants at your ankles. Those bare cheeks? A wedgie, naturally.
"Oh my god it is fucking COLD" Beth thought distractedly to herself, unsure if the heat between her lower lips would be enough to keep the unpleasant chill at bay. Her black leggings were pulled down to the top of her boots and she rubbed her legs together to keep the heat in as best as possible. Behind her, he chuckled at the juxtaposition swaying under his thick arms.
"Maybe this will help..." He stepped closer, jeans just barely visible from between her legs. She bit her lip in determination, knowing what was coming. With a casual effort he curled his fingers deeper into the fabric of her blue bikini briefs and lifted, taking her feet completely off the ground. The strings popped as stars exploded in her head, eyes widening against the pain before closing in stubbornness, forcing herself to resist leaning further on the bench while focusing on the burning in her ass and the fabric pulling between her lips. Say what you will, this slut had grit. Folded nearly in half, Beth finally forgot the cold as a rush of fluid filled her and soaked the penetrating fabric. The burning shifted, turning into a raw ache that cried out for more.
"Do it." Her voice was pitched, she needed this. Laughter starting to rumble in his broad chest, she felt him plant his feet and forced herself, against all sense of self preservation, to spread her legs against the leggings' waistband. The panties were almost there, forcing themselves onto her clit and creating a spear point of sensation that suddenly burst to new heights as slammed his strength into her panties, lifting her even higher. A slight release as she was dropped, then the abrupt halt as she was caught and slowly elevated again. Another drop caused the panties to push against her clit even harder, and the sensations just inside her pussy lips begged for more. This was his final stand, and she knew (from prior experience) he could hold her until she said it. The lines were (almost) rehearsed, but the script worked every time because he demanded it to.
"Say it."
