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As I stared at her slit, I imagined gripping her thick thighs and wrenching them open.

My mouth watered, saliva dripping out of the corners as I growled low and pictured dragging my large tongue through her pussy lips.

I knew she’d be sweet and musky and taste likemine.

I waded closer until she was only a foot from me, my cock still in my hand as I lazily stroked myself.

“Grab hold of me.” I stared at her. “Stroke me until I come all over your hand.” I tipped my head down but kept my gaze locked on her.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.

A burst of amusement filled me. “My Little Bird thinks she has a choice.”

She parted her lips and dragged her tongue over the full bottom one. Marcella hadn’t taken her focus off my shaft the entire time, and I could feel even more pre-cum seeping out of the slit and sliding down the underside of my dick.

“I shouldn’t want anything to do with this.”

She sounded as if she were talking to herself, but I could smell how wet her pussy was. I wanted to bury my snoutbetween her thick thighs and lick her cunt until she gave me all her sweet honey.

She stood at the water’s edge, and it would take no effort to just pull her in and hold her tight as I moved to the center where she couldn’t reach the bottom.

She’d have to hold onto me. I’d get to feel her big tits pressed to my chest. She’d be forced to wrap her legs around my waist. Even now, I could see the hard points of her nipples stabbing through the material that shielded the mounds from me.

My mouth watered as I thought about tearing the flimsy fabric away and nosing her, smelling her, and finally fucking her.

I wanted to trace the heavy mounds with the tip of my nose as I inhaled deeply, scenting her. I bet she had big, dark areolas that I wanted the shade to deepen from her arousal.

I growled at the image of that. My cock jerked at the thought, and my balls drew up.

“Take hold of my huge cock and stroke me, Little Bird.”

She looked into my face then, her pupils blown out from her desire, the scent of her drenched pussy saturating the air between us. There was no hiding that she wanted me to fuck her, but she was still fighting it, still trying to deny the ending that she’d find herself in, regardless.

“I can’t?—”

“—You can and you will.” I reached out and took her hand, and brought it to my dick. I made her wrap her fingers around my length.

Her palm was so small that it didn’t even wrap around half of my girth, but I kept my palm over hers and forced her to stroke my cock.

She was panting now and intermittently shaking her head. The way her eyelids fluttered told me she was trying so hard to fight this.

“Just give in,” I hummed, and started moving our hands over my length faster.

She still shook her head, but she kept her gaze locked on where I made her touch me.

A soft sound left her, and I groaned as I moved her hand lower, curling it around the crest so she could feel how much she made me drip with pre-cum.

Her rapid breathing fueled my arousal. We started working our hands over my stiff cock even faster. I wanted to touch her so badly, to curl my palm around her massive tit and just squeeze, feeling how soft she was, how much she’d mewl for me because she’d love the feel of me touching her.

I stared into her face the entire time, unable to look away as she watched both of us jerk me off. My cock was throbbing, the thick vein on the underside pulsing, the ribs circling my shaft hardening.

“Can you imagine me thrusting this deep inside of you?” I stroked us faster. “Can you picture how good it would feel to make you take all of it, to feel these ribs throbbing in your pussy, touching every part of you?” My knot throbbed as I envisioned shooting my load and filling her with my seed.

I rumbled low, groaned harshly, and picked up our speed. She made an almost distressed sound, and I realized I was squeezing her hand too tightly, but I couldn’t help it with all my wild passion.

“I’m going to touch you, Little Bird.” I didn’t wait for her to give me permission, just reached out and curled my hand against her waist, jerking her forward, the water splashing around us. And never once did I stop our hands from stroking over my shaft.

I slid my hand up to the underside of her breast. She was breathing so hard that the mound was bouncing slightly, the weight heavy.