Agree to Dahlia's request, mount her on her back

Pumping your hips and gripping Dahlia by her undulating, curvy ass, you keep her bouncing up and down on your rod like a literal fuckdoll as you make your way over to the lawn chair by the forest edge. Your stallion cock ride is damn impressive, moving the brunette hottie while you step yards and yards away from her rental; adrenaline is still coursing through your veins but you're shot from the physical exertion. Finally, you drop Dahlia unceremoniously onto the lawn chair with a grunt and a wet "papt" as she slips off your dick.

"Hmngh, ooh yah, up up! Hmmmnngh...." Dahlia stares up at you with the sexiest of discombobulated faces, her lips hanging open and her eyes still half-lidded. She’s been reduced to babbling, but you only have one thing in mind for her as you crouch over her and grab her and legs to keep them spread-eagled and her hippie pussy accessible.

"Yeah, that’s it, girl," you instruct. "Show me that nice little slit, look on up at the sky." You fist your bloated phallus and angle yourself at Dahlia's inviting, twitching pussy lips. She squeals as you penetrate her easily, your body weight and the missionary position and Dahlia's juice- up sexhole all combining for a smooth reentry. "What a greedy snatch."

You go to town plowing the disabled brunette on the lawn chair. Her Cunt is a dripping mess, and you love how you can see every detail on her splayed out body as you jet in and out of her private place. Dahlia's au-naturual breasts bounce with each thrust, you can make out the outline of your dick when you bottom out into her tummy (held tight in rigid hypertension), and she even hooks her ankles with her hands, spreading her own slutty hippie legs to accommodate you.

You get to really stir up Dahlia's precious place with this angle, scooting her back on the lawn chair until her brown locks start banging into the chair back (luckily plastic for her sake). While working yourself up into a frenzy, you stare down at the disintegrating Liberal babe, literally transforming into a compliant, squelching, wet masturbation tool.

"That’s it baby, gonna seed your nice little slit." And you feel your own orgasm building as your jackhammer in and out, Dahlia gazing up stupidly. Her half-lit brown eyes focus somewhere far away, and she has this consistently stunned idiotic look on her face that makes you feel like a sex God. You’re literally fucking this girl stupid, and all she can do is mutter and mumble and moan and groan in braindead ecstasy. "Going to breed your stupid hippie cunt."

Dahlia is entirely incoherent at this point, she only bites her lip when you buck into her at the throes of orgasm. You unload your genetic material into her unprotected Cunt with jagged stabs of your hips, blindly coring out this ****-up slut who you just met earlier tonight. Dahlia remains frozen in place, brown eyes unseeing as your drench her insides with rope after rope of your cum.

You curse and rut, this girl isn’t even going to try to stop you from knocking her up, and you’re even so backed up that you continue rolling your hips into her following busting your first nut in her creampie. Rampaging her unprotected pussy, you're quickly working yourself up to a second orgasm. Dahlia continues to look up, a demented smile on her face, her fingernails digging into the inside of her thighs as she butterflies her sex open, lost in the ****-fueled pleasure of carnal intercourse herself.

Fucking Dahlia with animalistic fervor, you build to your second orgasm without needing a break, your diamond hard erection not even subsiding. You bang Dahlia‘s head against the lawn chair back padding like she was an action figure or a blowup doll. You’re not gonna be doing any more significant brain damage than what has already been wrought. There’s no need for words now, and you don’t think there’s any sense in warning Dahlia as your Nutsack rises up in second-pop, you heave your spray into the brunette's deepest places a second time. You just look down into that sweet, innocent, fucked-out retard face of hers as you climax a second, even more powerful time.

Your thrusts grow shallower, the endorphins swirl in your brain chemistry. Dahlia continues to sky gaze, her mind and spirit long gone from the normal mortal plane. As you come back to earth yourself and let your stomach rest on her glistening mound, you become aware that Dahlia has been lightly humping up into you the entire time. Like a breathing marionette stuck on a low power automatic function, she grinds her sex against you with tiny reflexive motions. She wouldn’t be able to tell you who you are, who she is, or what planet she’s on, but she keeps her legs spread and humps her pussy like a good little girl.