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His fingertips graze my cheek gently, sending shivers cascading down my spine. “You want to run? Then run. You know what happens if I catch you.”

Without hesitation, I turn and break into a sprint. The lush greenery blurs around me as I plunge deeper into the bushes and trees near the wall.

But just as I begin to believe that freedom is within my grasp, his voice echoes behind me. “You can’t escape me,” he growls.

I continue to push forward, my legs propelling me faster and faster through the dense undergrowth. The sweet scent of wildflowers fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil.

Branches whip against my skin, leaving welts that sting with each passing moment. The sound of his footsteps grows louder. Adrenaline fuels my determination as I navigate through the maze-like labyrinth of trees and foliage.

I’m almost at the boundary wall when a strong arm wraps around my waist with an iron grip. I gasp, the sound lost amidst the snarl he lets out. His presence behind me is suffocating, overwhelming, yet enticing all at once.

He pulls me closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Did you really think you could leave me behind?”

His voice is laced with a mixture of anger and possessiveness, each word cutting through me like a jagged blade. I find myself unable to move, his touch paralyzing me in a paradoxical mix of fear and desire.

His fingers trail along my spine, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body. I try to twist away from him, but he holds me firmly, refusing to let me go.

Suddenly, he rips the clothing from my body, revealing my nakedness to the elements and to his ruthless gaze.

My heart races, pounding against my chest like a wild beast, fueling the flames of desire that burn within me. “I almost made it,” I say as he lowers me to the soft mossy ground.

“I was just toying with you,” he replies. “Now you know what happens next.”

I ask him, breathless, “Do you still want me after all this time? Not getting bored yet?”

He looks down at me, assessing me with a gaze that is both possessive and protective. His eyes crinkle into wrinkles, betraying the age he has accumulated throughout the years. “You don’t think I’m too old?” he says quietly.

“I’ll only think that when you can’t catch me anymore.”

His lips meet mine in a fervent kiss, his tongue darting inside my mouth, claiming me as his own. I moan into his mouth, the desire building within me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his fingers down my body, teasing me with his touch. “You want to be caught,” he murmurs, a barely concealed hunger in his voice. “You know you do.”

“Nah, I really want to get away.”

“From this?” His fingers explore my most sensitive spot, sending shivers of excitement coursing through me.

He slowly moves lower, his tongue tracing the edge of my pussy, causing me to gasp in surprise. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide for him. I feel exposed, yet there is an undeniable thrill in surrendering to his every desire.

With a deep groan, he leans down, his mouth closing around me. He takes me in eagerly, his lips and tongue working together in perfect harmony.

His lips and tongue never leave me, as if he is trying to draw every last ounce of pleasure from me. I moan softly, the sound echoing through the forest, a testament to the raw, untamed passion that courses through me.

As my climax begins to rise, I can feel the tension building in every muscle of his body.

Just as I’m about to lose myself completely, he withdraws his tongue, his lips brushing against my thigh. “You’re not coming yet,” he whispers, his voice ragged with desire.

With a powerful movement, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, positioning me where he wants me.

He enters me suddenly from behind, his cock sliding deep inside me with a slow, deliberate thrust. I cry out in pleasure, the sound lost in the trees around us.

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he begins to thrust deeper and harder, each movement driving me closer to the edge. I can feel his jaw clenched, his muscles tense, as he fights to maintain control.

The scent of our sweaty bodies mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest fills the air, heightening our senses and intensifying our passion.

His hips continue to piston, his every movement echoing through the trees, a rhythmic melody that reverberates within us both.

“Come for me now,” he whispers, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

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