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Rapunzel pinned in petals (Ahegao BJ + Anal): 160+ images in download-link
🕑 Added 2025-05-26 17:00:02 +0000 UTCThe air was warm, heavy with the scent of wildflowers and grass. We were alone, far from the trails, hidden in this patch of golden sunlight and violet petals. I knew the second I saw the look in his eyes that I wasn’t walking out of this field with clean knees.
He sat down first — slow, relaxed — like he had all the time in the world. Then he patted his thigh.
“Come here. Mouth first.”
My whole body lit up at those words.
I crawled over the blanket like I was starving for him, settling between his legs with shaking hands and a heartbeat that wouldn’t slow down. I looked up at him once — just once — and then I wrapped my lips around him.
He groaned as I sank down, slow and deep. His hands threaded into my hair, keeping me steady. I knew he loved when I looked up with tears in my lashes and drool running off my chin, so I gave him that. Let him see how desperate I was to be used.
He didn’t have to move. I did it all — bobbing, swirling, gagging quietly when he pushed me deeper — until he gave a low, growling warning.
“That’s enough. Turn around.”
God, I loved that tone.
I got into position fast, dress flipped up, ass in the air, heart pounding like a drum. He didn’t even tease me — just grabbed me, spread me, and pressed himself right where I wanted it most.
I gasped.
He pushed in slow, but firm — stretching me inch by inch, making me feel every part of it. My fingers dug into the blanket. My jaw dropped open. My body shook. And all I could do was take it, whimpering, moaning, completely lost in the feeling of being filled like that.
He held me by the hips and drove into me, steady and deep, using me without asking, and it felt so fucking good I thought I’d break. My head dropped into the grass. My mouth hung open. My tongue slipped out without me meaning to — I couldn’t even speak. Just soft, mindless gasps.
He leaned down and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back to whisper in my ear.
“Look at you. Can’t even think, can you?”
I shook my head — not in protest, but in surrender.
I didn’t want to think. I wanted to be wrecked. I wanted him to own me right here in the flowers, where no one could see except the sky.
When he finally let go, my body collapsed into the petals — trembling, pulsing, glowing. He pulled me back up onto his lap, still half inside me, and kissed the side of my neck like I was the only thing in the world.
And I was.
Because out here, under the sky, I was his.
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