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In a very well hidden cabin in a mountain range nor far from the border of Canada and America, lived a remote couple Jill and Trevor.

The sweet smell of musk with a hint of desire as the bearderd lumberjack dressed male walked through the cabin his chisseled physique and broad shoulders would have any women drop for him, after a long days work chopping wood Trevor walked up to Jill who had long blonde hair that covered her back and pale skin she sat on the bed reading a week old newspaper, she was wearing black lingerie.

As Trevor walked closer his boots clunked on the floorboards as he walked across them, he made it to Jill and plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth, as his tongue delved deeper with his slare hands he undone Jill's corset which her creamy brests sprung free.

As Trevor traced Jills nipple with his thumb she cried in whimpers of pleasure, Jills hips swayed in a invitation, Trevoe took the cue, placing her on the master bed their bodies entwining as he followed her down on the bed.

As Trevor placed his hardness against Jill the pair resumed to kiss, delving their tongues in a circular way, he lowerd his hands tracing the lacey fabric of her panties. Her legs parted on their own accord. He stroked her slick folds with a gentle touch that made her hips buck, her need for him spiraling out of control. She felt his fingers slip inside her, the sensation overwhelming as he began to explore her most intimate depths, his thumb circling her clit with maddening precision. Her breath hitched, and she moaned his name as she felt the first tremors of an impending climax begin to build within her.

As Trevors skilled fingers continued their rhythmic dance inside Jill, she could no longer hold back the torrent of pleasure that crashed over her in waves. Her body quivered and convulsed as she rode the crest of her climax, crying out his name as if it were a prayer. Her legs tightened around his hand, her body arching off the bed. The intensity of her release seemed to fuel his own desire, his eyes darkening as he watched her unravel beneath him. He claimed her mouth once more, swallowing her cries as he slowly withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the hardness of his manhood. She was wet, slick with want for him, and the sensation of him filling her was like coming home. They moved as one, their hips rising and falling in a primal rhythm that seemed to echo the very heartbeat of the room. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, her walls clenching around him as if to never let go. Their bodies were a tapestry of sweat and passion, the red light from the candles casting a seductive glow over their tangled limbs. Jill wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, Jill met his thrust for thrust. His groans grew louder, his movements more urgent, until he could hold back no longer. With one final, powerful surge, he spilled himself into her, their shared ecstasy painting a picture of unbridled desire that neither would soon forget. They lay there, panting and entwined, hearts racing in a delicious symphony of satisfaction, their eyes reflecting the fire that had consumed them both.