An old barrel

"Hey, look! It's an old barrel," Hunk says, momentarily forgetting about the naked, writhing woman moaning beneath him.

"Mmmm, so?" Hilda asks as she goes back to kissing his face and neck. Her hands slide along his back and down towards his chiseled ass.

"It looks big enough to wear. We might both even be able to fit in it," Hunk says before Hilda brings his attention back to more pressing matters.

"OOOOO, who cares?" She asks, as she grips one cheek firmly in each hand, startling him and making her giggle. "I think I like you better this way."

Hunk fights back by tweaking her clit and gently biting down on one of her nipples. She loves this attention, but it isn't taking care of her fire down below. One of her hands slides off Hunk's ass and makes its way to his throbbing shaft. He gasps in pleasure as she lazily tugs on it a few times before guiding it into her waiting quim.

Hunk gets the message and gives Hilda what she wants for a second time. She mewls and quivers on the dirt floor as he thrusts into her, slowly at first.

Soon the musty room is filled with the sounds (and smells) of vigorous love-making. Hilda turns out to be quite the screamer as she sheathes her crush's sword again and again. Her legs (and mind) turned to mush as she rides another orgasm to its pleasurable peak. Hunk soon follows as Hilda's muscles tighten around him. He shoots another load into her and embraces her tightly as the two fall asleep in each others' arms for a second time.