Fill her hole

Smiling, Ethan follows Charlie into the shed.

Lips quickly meet lips, the door barely closed behind them before Charlie lunges for him. She tastes simple, but there is an enthralling nature to it. Ethan quickly deepens the kiss on instinct, which he finds no resistance to. Despite taking the initiative, Charlie's arms remain low, her fingers brushing against Ethan's stomach. Her body language, normally so powerful and hauty, becomes passive and demure.

So the next initiative falls to Ethan.

He moves in, bearing down on Charlie, arms wrapping around her and bringing her in tight. She quivers in his grasp and against his lips, feeling as if she's about to melt. In the back of her throat, she makes a weak whining sound, her hands tugging at Ethan's waistband. Ethan's hands are on the move as well, sliding around to Charlie's rear, each hand cupping a cheek. Her ass is big, that much Ethan knew, but feeling it now he can truly appericate how well-formed it is. Clearly, all the hard work she does is responsible. Charlie quivers as her ass is grabbed, the whining in the back of her throat growing more ****.

Ethan knows it's time to move things along.

The inside of the shed is small and cramped. There isn't anywhere to sit let alone lay down. If there doing this here, and he indeed knows they are, then the only way this is going to work is if their standing. Ethan pushes Charlie against the wall of the shed, powerfully but without invoking too much ****. She makes a high-pitched sound at the impact, but the way she keeps quivering tells him all is still well.

'She likes it rough,' Ethan thinks, trying to keep that thought at the forefront of his brain. He's not completely sure what he can do with that information. Surely she had limits. Reaching out, he gets his hands to work: she's not going to get herself naked.

Her shirt is off in an instant, Ethan having a good amount of experience removing them off women, or rather mostly just Heather. Her pants are a more intense affair, with Ethan nearly ripping them off her, panties and all, the second he gets her fly open.

Naked, or nearly so if not for her bra, Charlie quivers against the wall of the shed, holding her legs together in a feeble attempt to hide her womanhood from Ethan's all-seeing eyes. Smiling slightly, Ethan takes a half step back, allowing himself just enough room to enjoy the view as he strips off his own clothes.

How could he have ever been so blind to Charlie? Her tanned body was fit and strong, but with a level of feminine curve and swell that would make any man's blood rush. How had he ignored it? Her full chest. Her heavy ass. That flat tummy.

Naked himself now, Ethan wasn't going to ignore her ever again.

Ethan moved in again, hunger renewed.

Charlie yelped as he grasped her, but doesn't fight. She can't fight. She wouldn't even if she could.

Ethan goes low, pulling apart her smooth thighs and forcing her womanhood out into the open. His cock aches at the sight of it, yearning to pierce those sodden folds. Without thinking things through, Ethan lifts Charlie's right leg high, attempting to get a better look, and it's only when her knee is up to near her chest does Ethan pause and gawk.

Charlie is much more flexible than he thought.

"W-What..." Charlie sputters, her leg still aloft.

Ethan doesn't answer. He was even sure it was a question.

Instead, he pushes forward. It's easy with this new angle.

His cock finds her hole easy, and without even a modicum of resistance, slides into her soaked snatch.