Fuck this trippy hippy outdoors

Hippie bitches love nature, right? And maybe it’s the fact that you’re rolling on acid and pretty stoned on weed, but you very boldly decide a change of scenery is what both you and Dahlia need.

With her hands covering her face, it’s simple for you to hook your biceps under Dahlia‘s arms and shift her weight forward. This sinks your erection into the core, Dahlia's sex is literally mashed against the stem of your rod. You swivel your hips down and, keeping yourself balls deep in her Cunt, pick her up off the bed into a standing fuck position.

"Wh-, where-?" Dahlia snivels and wonders stupidly where you’re taking her. She doesn’t even have the wherewithal to wrap her legs around you and hold on. But you don’t drop her to a heap on the floor, shimmying your hands down to her ass and, after quickly checking that the acid tabs are still embedded in her back door, instruct her to hold onto you.

"Hold on to me, beautiful." You're face to face with the brunette, her face dripping with sweat and her eyes deranged. "You’ll like this."

Delia links her arms together around your neck, but you have to do most of the heavy lifting as you cup her shapely butt and begin carrying her out of the bedroom.

Dahlia's collegetown studio is on the first floor of a three-level-house, and there’s access to the outdoors, a flimsy screen door that you manage while keeping Dahlia's tits pressed to your chest and her body weight keeping her rooted on your erection.

The cool evening breeze feels heavenly on your skin, and it’s getting dark enough that you doubt anyone can see your naked bodies venturing into the great outdoors. Dahlia's rented studio is in an isolated local home, the backyard essentially ends in a tangle of overgrown bushes and trees that drop down into an uninhabitable stretch of steep hillside. Makes sense, a hippie living out in nature.

The outdoors make an impact on Dahlia, too. She’s too far gone to say much, at least nothing comprehensible in English, but her hands grip you with a passionate tightness that wasn’t there before. You can feel her pussy clinch and slicken. Her sobs and groans turn into moans, she rocks her hips instinctively.

Emboldened, you thrust and bounce Dahlia up and down, 'thwap thwap thwapping' into her bare pussy while you remain standing, the curvy but also much smaller female frame glued to you. Dahlia‘s body weight keeps her deeply impaled on your cock, your dick fully encased in her wet folds.

You fuck Dahlia standing for only a few minutes before she starts cumming, you can feel the hot sticky spray of her letting go as she climaxes around your meat. Dahlia's fingertips dig into your skin, and you bite down into her neck as you rock her world, out beneath the waning sunlight and the emerging star light.

You’re proud you made this trippy hippie cum for you, but your strength is limited and Dahlia is no spring chicken. Vegan lifestyle keeps her belly and BMI low, but it’s not like she hits the gym like Erin, and you start looking around for a place to set her down.

You spot a lawn chair off on from the side of the house, only a few dozen meters away, and you simultaneously walk and fuck Dahlia over to it. Her legs are shaking, the stimulation having unearthed a new onslaught of chemicals in her brain that have some kind of reaction with the bad overdose acid. Dahlia digs her nails into your back fit enough to draw blood, you wince and curse, and she’s contorting herself, arching her back and nearly falling out of your grasp. She's literally leaking like a faucet, maybe even losing control of all her holes.

"Whoa, hold on there baby!"

"Uhph." You’re not sure what other words she spews, But you catch that one. "Uph 'n sky. Uph skyhh. Uhph."

Yikes, the LSD must be eating away at her basic language functions, because Dahlia's essentially regressed to a childlike state already. She continually throws her head backwards, up to the sky, and her arms around your neck for support alternate between hanging on for dear life and completely letting go.

You need to put her down before you drop her, but you’re also pretty beat from Superman-ing this hippie hoe around like a porno fuck doll.

"Up in the sky, up, sky! Dahlia retardedly blathers on.

You’re at the chair now finally, and you can either lay her down on her back, or lie down on the lawn chair yourself.