My Girlfriend Kneels to Suck My Cock in the Woods

She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Her mouth wraps around him, slow and tight. His hoodie lifts, exposing his hard cock. She takes him deep, her lips moving up and down. Her left hand grips his shaft, a purple wristband a flash of color. You can almost feel her tongue dancing over him, the way her head bobs up and down. Your pulse quickens, your breath catching in your throat.

Your hand moves on its own, matching her rhythm. You're hard, aching for release. How long will you last? The image of her kneeling there, her brown hair mussed, her small breasts pressing against his thighs, is seared into your brain. You can almost smell the damp earth and leaves around them. The only sound is the soft wet noise of her mouth on him.

You're on edge, your rhythm speeding up as she does. Your ache grows, your need desperate. She's so focused on him, her every move designed to drive him wild. And you're right there with him, feeling every stroke, every lick. Will she take him all the way? There's only one way to find out.