With lust

He wanted to answer, but Russel couldn't resist anymore.

He tugged her shirt over her head- leaving her face covered and frightened, but leaving the pendulous breasts revealed. They plopped out and spread, the size of them obscuring her chest as their sides spilled over onto the air mattress. He pinned her arms above her head with one of his large hands, as Vanessa cried out in terrified realization, and began to squeeze her left breast. She felt his rough, callused fingers pinching and squeezing her tender breastflesh. She yelped and squealed as Russel tweaked her nipple, before he began to shake her breast violently with it. The rain kept on pitter-pattering.

He lost himself in the jiggling, mesmerized by her massive bosom. He slapped it, eliciting a higher pitch squeal as it collided with it's right sister. He slapped the right one now and again she yelped. He grinned.

SLAP! The breasts were sent jiggling as the park ranger leered.

She YELPED!

SLAP! The harsh blow left a red hand print on her left breast, above the nipple, and left Vanessa's ringing with painful sensations as she-

YELPED!

The smacking sound of her own breasts was making Vanessa lose her mind and her cries were growing more ****. Then Russel's bearded face lowered and took the right nipple between his teeth. Vanessa froze, aghast at the sensation. Then he sucked it with such **** it rendered Vanessa almost out of breath, but not quite.

"PUH-LEESE! PUH-LEESSE! STAHP!"

But her cries meant nothing anymore, if they ever did. Russel was too busy fondling one of her delicious breasts, whilst he tasted the other harshly. The throbbing in his pants was driving him mad, but needed more of these! He dug his nails into the right breast, delighting in the sounds his busty lover was making, and hummed as sucked the other. Again she pleaded and once more he ignored her. The rain began to pound on the tent, the still open flap letting small splashes hit Vanessa's cold feet. Vanessa's tears were making wet circles appear on the shirt that trapped her face, a grim reminder there was still a human being under there. But Russel didn't see a person. He saw the greatest pair of breasts imaginable, on a body that was his to enjoy. His to taste and-

"RUSH-SHEL! PEEESE! RUSH-SHEL!"

The sound of his name in her strained, muffled voice made him fully rigid. His pants had finally become too much of a burden. He kept on suckling her bruised breast, but unbuckled his pants with his free hand. Vanessa heard the belt unclasp and felt her "savior" kick off his pants. She became aware of how hairy and warm his legs were, before she felt something wet drip onto her leggings.

"RUUUUSHEL! NO! PU-LEASE!"

But Russel wasn't listening to her pleas, he was listening to a creature born for sex call his name. And he was only too happy to answer, as with one hand he jerked her leggings down to her knees. He positioned his sixteen-inch rock-hard penis before her curly crotch as Vanessa's teary circles widened and were joined by one above her mouth. Thunder was growing closer as a flash of lighting illuminated the whole tent, showcasing the bountiful and bruised breasts before the park ranger.