Jane was gripped with fear as she approached the gates of the old abandoned jail. She struggled to reconcile her thoughts and was torn between pursuing this misadventure or leaving with no trace that the incident had ever occurred. She breathed in and with an exhausted glance towards the gate, she realized that there was no turning back. She walked with her head facing down, calculating her steps with hidden determination. She approached the man whose only correspondence had been through email and whose messages had evoked a deafening curiosity into the sexual and primal urges never before experienced by the young woman. Janes supple bosom heaved as the anxiety grew and her breathing became ragged. Her deep blue eyes traced along the man's body and stopped just before meeting his gaze. She was close enough that she could reach out and touch him but far enough away that she could betray her curiosity and leave before anything could unfold between the two strangers.
"Sven?" she asked,
"Jane. I've been waiting for you" he said, in a deep and commanding voice.
"Sorry, the walk was long and I wasn't sure if-" her voice trembled, fearing that she would upset him or scare him off so she decidedly chose to remain silent.
"Come. Have you been here before?" he asked, directing his gaze towards the remnants of the old county jail.
Jane shook her head and followed behind him eagerly as he led the way up the hill to a soft, secluded patch of grass. She wondered if they would be going into the abandoned building, her curiosity quickly transforming into anxiety.
The sun beat down on the two strangers and as they climbed, Jane attempted to ready herself for what was to come. She noticed his gaze and blushed vehemently. It was clear that he had no interest in speaking but rather communicated through his eyes and body. He was muscular and toned, his brown hair messy and unkempt. Upon reaching the peak of the hill, they stood upon a soft patch of grass, Sven stood before Jane and began undressing her with his eyes. His breathing had become rapid and he yearned not only to touch her—but to devour her. Jane was beautiful, her body filled out her blue cotton dress. The dress, it caressed her voluptuous figure with her plump mounds begging to be set free. Her brown hair was long and smelled of honey—her eyes, deep blue with a speck of brown trapped in her right iris. She was pale but that only made her even more striking. Her dark features contrasted against the paleness of her skin. A litany of freckles unfolded across her cheeks, caressing her bare shoulders.
"Strip" he commanded, his gaze unfaltering.
Jane looked to him with apprehension and slowly began to undress. Sven's gaze followed her hand as she slid her dress over her head, exposing her creamy breasts. She felt her nipples harden and softly grazed them with her hand. She stood there in front of him, her statuesque frame illuminated by the warm light. She removed her panties and stood naked in front of Sven—his cock throbbing.
"Get on your knees" he said, unzipping his pants.
She abided and dropped to the ground.
He walked over to her and plunged his fingers into her wet cunt. Gliding his fingers in and out of her, she felt herself throbbing with need. She dared not look at him, but focused on the force of his hand abusing her tight slit. She lifted her ass to him and spread her legs further apart giving way to his fist. Gripped by the immediate sensation of pain, she was reluctant to give in to it but as he continued to work her slit, she began to move her body back and forth, allowing him to plunge his fist deeper inside. She felt him behind her, she felt him reach his hand over and cup her breast—squeezing her hardened nipple between his fingers. Jane let out a moan.
She ached for him. She ached for him to finally fuck her, to drill his cock into her and take her from behind with as much force as he could muster. Sven removed his hand from her slit and forced his fingers into Jane's mouth. She met his gaze as she licked her essence from his hand. She could sense the mounting excitement in his eyes. On her knees, Sven grabbed her by the hair, his fingers tangled as he gripped her by the head and forced his cock down her throat. She held onto to him as he plunged his cock further down her throat, she gasped for air. Jane continued to lick and suck his swollen member. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she choked, but his grip did not relent. She moved her hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked.
"Suck harder, slut" he demanded,
