Your grunts turn to laughs and I start laughing, too, halfway through my orgasm. We must be quite a sight--and sound. Clash! Clash! Clash! Hahahahahahaha!!!
You grow quiet and stop moving, letting me come back down from cloud O.
Once my feet are back on the ground, I hear you, and I know what’s coming. You’re breathing hard with determination, almost snorting. I imagine an enormous angry bull as you begin ramming me with abandon. The fence clash-clash-clashes in perverse rhythm with our movement. It seems like you’re fucking that fence, fucking me, fucking anyone who might be watching, fucking the night, the air, the world.
Now I feel your rush of searing heat and the stretching of my cunt. You pull that choke chain tight into my thighs and slam into me one final time deep and hard. I feel you release into me. So much cum. So much. Your cock pulses and jerks as it pumps into me. With all my fuck juices and all your cum, there’s just not enough room inside me. A mix of our sex fluids squishes out around your cock and squirts onto both of us and the fence and the ground.
You seem to unload an unusual amount, even for you. Then I think about how women can cry for hours. Where does all that liquid come from? Wherever it comes from, I think maybe that’s where yours is coming from. Maybe you’re doing your sexual version of crying into me, releasing into my willing void. I tear up thinking about it, which is ridiculous since I know this is just an emotional projection. I don’t want you to see my teary eyes. You might think it’s because all that fencing hurt. It didn’t hurt so much as it left an impression. The temporary physical marks left on my body by this unimaginably erotic experience, the memory marks imprinted permanently on my mind--instead of reminding me of pain, will remind me of our wild sexual beings participating in the great fuck of life. Being a part of all the wild and not-so-wild sex going on in the world tonight.
We’re animals, you and me, when we’re together, and we’re willing to embrace that and explore it in as many ways as our freaky minds can come up with.
I lean against the fence, letting your cum drip from me. There’s just so much. Did you piss in me too? We’ve talked about that, but I thought you’d say something before you tried it. No, what’s dripping out is thick. You amaze me sometimes, and you thrill me always.
I hear you pull your pants on. You climb back over the fence and move me aside to see the puddles we made. You must also sense the amount of liquid we both expended. You look at me with a crooked smile. "Come on. Let’s go get something to drink."
As I move away from the fence, my skirt falls back over my naked and dripping lower half. You put the choke chain back over my head and lead me playfully to the car.
Over by the swings, I see two dogs that are knotted together in their own fuck of life.
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