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Ben had heard a scream a little while ago, and had thought the shrill cry to be one of distress. Moving his way in the direction from which the **** sounds were originating, he had finally stumbled upon the clearing around beaver’s architectural masterpiece. Having covered the last few dozen yards in a more careful pace than how he had moved the first hundred or so, Ben managed to reach the edge of the clearing without losing the cover provided by the branches, bushes and tree-trunks.

From his position squatting down in cover behind a tree, Ben got a chance to see what was going on, and he had been instantly captivated by the sight of the black-haired woman fucking herself with an animalistic fury which was unlike anything that he had seen in a long time.
Licking his lips, he began to fidget with his clothes, barely even noticing that his pants were soon tugged open. He watched her climax twice as more and more of his clothes came off.

Grunting as she humped her hips against her hand, forcing three of her fingers in and out of her soaked twat, Druuna used her other hand to clutch hold of another cluster of berries, which she devoured feverishly, the act was caused by her having gained a basic understanding of the fact that the berries were the cause of the joy and bliss that she was experiencing, and that she wanted more of it.

Ben had at first viewed the situation with some concern, even as his subconscious insisted on stripping him down to his birthday suit. But in the end, after watching the raven-haired slut lay with herself for a quarter of an hour and showing no signs of easing the **** upon her own body, Ben could contain himself no longer, and stepped out into the open.

So wrapped up in her lewd conduct and unceasing horniness was Druuna that she didn’t become aware of Ben’s presence until his hands caught hold of her breasts.
Normally, Druuna would view the sudden appearance of an unknown, stark naked man above her with some degree of alarm. Thanks to the berries however, her reaction to his presence was to slap her hands onto his shoulders and push him downwards with an emphatic “Fuck me!”

Ben made no effort to resist Druuna’s pushing him downwards, and soon the two grunted along with one another as his cockhead made its way into her wet fuckhole.
It only took a few strokes of Ben’s cock being rammed into her slit to the hilt before Druuna screamed out into climax again, her voluptuous body coated with the lush beads and streams of her sweat.

To Ben, the strange woman struck him as mad, or something akin to it, as she writhed on the ground below him, meeting each of his thrusts with a spirited bucking of her hips, even as she climaxed, something which she was fortunate enough to do twice before Ben felt his balls tense up and a thick gushing of his cum flowing deep into her womb.