to fuck!

“I need you to fuck me” she demanded, even grabbing your head so you could look her in the eye.

You were already hard enough to fuck and more than willing. The added knowledge that she was ovulating was only an added incentive for you, unknown to the supermodel.

She began pushing your shorts down with your boxers as much as she could until your dick was free, not even bothering to unbutton them. It made it slightly more painful but you were too busy pulling off the strings of her bikini bottom to notice.

Once the last barriers were removed, you lifted her leg around your waist. “Do you have a con-DOM!” her voice pitched as you buried your dick into her with one swoop.

“God you’re tight…” you could feel her walls stretching to accommodate your sudden intrusion but didn’t take time to dwell. Not to mention you wanted to make her forget her thought about a condom as soon as possible. So with her back pressed against the bark of the tree you began moving inside her, thrusting your hips up to meet hers.

“Oh fuck” Brooklyn’s face was contorted in pain despite her moans and you could tell the supermodel was having a bit of difficulty adjusting to your length. This only spurred you on as you raised her other leg, letting you slide further in. “Shit…you’re , ohhh, fucking tearing me apart”

As she moaned, you leaned down and took one of her breast into your mouth to add to her pleasure. With the pace of your rough fucking she quickly became adjust to your size and began bouncing her hips best she could. “Fuck me, yes. like that, John”

Her back was pressed against the tree and the fact that she was feeling pain and pleasure at the same time only caused your dick to throb inside her. Her hand made its way under your shirt and up your back. She then preceded to rake her nails down your back, as if to make you feel the same pain she was. “Ahh, fuck. you bitch” you moaned.

“Fuck you, asshole” she returned as she tugged your bottom lip before leaning in for another passionate kiss.

Much like your earlier actions, your fucking soon became needy and frantic. Both of you were nearing your end and the desire for release was raging inside of you. You began thrusting into her harder, her hips slammed back against the tree and she let out a yelp of pain as her hands ran through your hair.

“Yes, fuck! fuck me, I’m almost fucking there!” she gripped your hair tightly, causing you to wince and look up at her. Again she pulled you towards her for a kiss, only this time it was slow and soft; a stark contrast to how you were fucking her at that moment.

As your hips met hers in union, you were sure that you had to be hitting her cervix. Brooklyn continued to moan and as her legs tightened around you, you knew she was reaching her end soon. Gripping her waist tighter, her nails dug into your back as you began plowing into her. In a matter of moments you felt her pussy tightening around your cock.

“Oh god! I’m cumminnng!” she yelled as her body quivered in your grasp.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave and you could feel her juices seeping down your leg as you continued to pump into her, adding to both of your pleasure. Her release nearly sent you on your own but you managed a few more thrusts. As Brooklyn was in mid-high she seemed to regain some of her senses. “Y-you have to pull out, John!”

It was in vain though as you were on the brink by the time her words reached you. The thought of what might happen pushed you over the edge and you erupted inside the supermodel, your seed painting her womb as she moaned weakly.

After a few more moments of cumming your hips jerked one last time before both of you going limp. She removed her legs from your waist as both of you tried to remain standing. Eventually you ended up on the jungle floor with the blonde model on top of you. It was only then that the unbelievable nature of the situation hit you.

Reaching up you brushed a strand of sweat drenched hair away from her face. “I guess It’s a good thing I do your make-up” you say after catching your breath, causing Brooklyn to laugh lightly.

Feeling something underneath you, you reach and pull up the bikini you were supposed to deliver now covered in dirt. “MJ is going to kill me” you groan. You half expect another chuckle from Brooklyn but instead see that she has a pensive look. “What are you thinking about?” you ask curiously, wondering if she’s finally realizing what just happen. although you’re still in a bit of disbelief.