She’s been doing this since before you were born—blonde hair tangled in branches, tits bouncing like she was made to be fucked standing up. You’re not even halfway hard yet when she turns around, presses her ass back against your cock and takes it without warning. Tree bark scratches her thighs but she doesn’t care—just digs those heels into the dirt and rides you like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Her pussy clenches so tight it hurts, then lets go with a guttural moan that echoes through the woods. When she finally comes down off that high? She wipes mascara-smudged eyes and smirks: Again.