Deny her request, make her ride you

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 set yourself down onto the lawn chair, Dahlia unceremoniously flopping ontop of your with a grunt and a wet "thurp" as she bottoms out on your rockstar-hard dick.

"Hmngh, ooh oh, no up! Hmm mhhh...." Dahlia stares down at you a frightened, discombobulated face, 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 fortify your base under her and grab her under her titties to keep the hippie princess riding you cowgirl style.

"Hey now, steady there, girl," you ask. "Don't fall your wasted ass onto the ground." You pinch Dahlia's nipples and try to focus your core, balancing the teetering slut as best you can atop you. She moans dully as you snap your hips up at her eagerly, her body weight and the cowgirl position maximizing your penetration, but Dahlia's juiced- up sexhole making her nearly slip off you. "Christ, you're wasted!"

You go to town bucking into the disabled brunette above you. Her Cunt is a dripping mess, and you try to take in the details on her undulating 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), but Dahlia's hands weakly grasp you and the lawn chair for stability, and you're basically guiding her like an oversized fleshlight.

You grit your teeth and really try to stir up Dahlia's precious place with this angle, scooting yourself back on the lawn chair until you hit the chair back. While working yourself up into a frenzy, you stare up at the disintegrating Liberal babe, literally transforming into a compliant, squelching, wet masturbation tool.

"That’s it bitch, gonna seed your nasty little slit." And you feel your own orgasm building as your jackhammer in and out, Dahlia gazing around 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 slack above your writhing hips, 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 down a demented gasp on her face, her fingers twitching feebly at her side, lost in the ****-fueled intensity of carnal intercourse.

Fucking Dahlia with animalistic fervor, you build to your second orgasm without needing a break, your diamond hard erection not even subsiding. You nearly thrust her clear off the lawn chair, like she was an action figure or a blowup doll. 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 up into that frightened, innocent, fucked-out retard face of hers as you climax a second, even more powerful time.

Your thrusts end abruptly under Dahlia's weight, the endorphins swirl in your brain chemistry. Dahlia continues to blink emptily at her surroundings, her mind and spirit long gone from the normal mortal plane. As you come back to earth yourself and let her glistening mound rest on your sex, you become aware that Dahlia hasn't even been moving. Like a breathing marionette stuck on a low power automatic function, she remains compliant and adjustable to your movements, teetering on the brink of collapse. She wouldn’t be able to tell you who you are, who she is, or what planet she’s on, but she dribbles cunt-juices like an overstimulated sex robot.