She had to get out of here. Sweat beaded on her forehead. It was around noon, and the sun was already beating down mercilessly. This wasn't surprising, it was the middle of summer after all. The work she did wasn't particularly strenuous, but it required a pace that was difficult to maintain on a day like this.

Jenna placed the last tray of fruit on one of the long tables covered with a snow-white tablecloth and wiped her sweaty forehead.

“I’ll take five,” the girl shouted to her supervisor, who was probably bustling around somewhere among his busy co-workers. Without hesitation, she exited through the back entrance reserved for catering staff. Her supervisor's words could still be heard in the background, but she couldn't hear whether he had agreed to give her a break or not.

Getting outside was a welcome relief. Yes, it was hot, maybe even hotter than inside, but luckily there was a nice breeze and the staff entrance was in a shaded part of the building. The girl unbuttoned the button at the very top of her neck, which she was obliged to always button while working. Like someone thirsty, she began to gulp in fresh air. Feeling relieved, she headed towards a bench in the shade against the wall of the building she had just left. She sat down, then plucked a long blade of grass from a nearby blade and put it in her mouth. Then she spread her arms across the backrest and leaned back. Satisfied, she closed her eyes.

“Woof woof!” she heard a dog barking, which seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Jenna opened her eyes and turned her head towards the source of the noise.
The brown body of a rather large creature appeared before her, rushing forward at breakneck speed. All she could really see was a pair of long ears that flapped like angry wings.

“What the…” She didn't finish her thought because a moment later she saw a well-dressed man running from the same direction the animal had come from.

He looked comical. His hair was a complete mess, his suit, which had probably been recently pressed, hung on him like a cheap rag, and he was running around like a comedian in a sketch.

The stranger whizzed past her. She wasn't even sure if he noticed her. Surprised by what she saw, the girl raised an eyebrow and a goofy smile appeared on her face.

Jenna, having regained some energy, stood up, intending to go back to work. She was approaching the door when a familiar sound reached her ears. The barking heard earlier returned, this time also getting louder. She turned her head towards it, and a moment later a brown animal emerged from around the corner, this time running in the opposite direction. Expecting what she would see, she stood with her hand on the doorknob and waited. And she was not disappointed. A few seconds later the same man appeared, only his face was visibly redder.

As he was passing her, he stopped. He leaned forward, panting like an old locomotive. Her first thought was that she was about to have the dubious pleasure of watching him vomit. To avoid this, she considered hiding in a building, but his voice stopped her.

“Please... help me...” the man stuttered, panting and breaking up the words.

The girl looked at him with unconcealed reluctance.

The stranger took a few deep breaths and spoke. “Help me with this dog. I need to catch it immediately. I can't do this alone, but maybe we can do it together. Please,” he asked humbly and gave her a conciliatory smile.

She still wasn't interested, but asked anyway. “And what did that poor dog do to you?”

He looked at her and she thought he was blushing. It was hard to tell because his face was flushed with exhaustion. Avoiding her gaze, he said: “I am responsible for presenting the wedding rings to the bride and groom. But it just so happens that I don't have them at the moment…” When he finished, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Jenna's eyes widened. A smile twisted her face, and if she hadn't quickly covered her mouth, she would have burst out laughing.

“I know how this sounds,” he admitted embarrassedly. “Please, help. I saw him run into the stable. There are only two ways out from there. I'll cover one, you cover the other, and we'll get the bastard.”

The situation was so absurd that the girl knew she couldn't miss it. “Okay. Tell me what to do,” she agreed.

A minute later they were both standing in front of the entrance to the stable.
The man patted his partner on the shoulder, pointed to the back of the building, and quietly walked in that direction. Following a quickly established plan, Jenna stood in front of the main entrance. When she saw him on the other side, she cautiously entered.

“Citrus! Citrus!” They started calling the dog.

For a long moment, nothing happened and Jenna began to doubt the whole plan. Suddenly she heard a noise to her right. Before she could react, something jumped out of the alcove and almost hit her.

The animal moved at breakneck speed. However, the man was ready. He stood in the middle of the stable and assumed a goalkeeper pose.

The next few seconds passed very quickly. When the dog got close enough, the man lunged towards it. A cloud of dust rose into the air as they hit the ground and rolled a short distance.

The girl ran up to the stranger, terrified that one of them had been injured. Unnecessarily. When she got close enough, she saw him lying on his back. He scratched the dog vigorously behind the ears, and the dog eagerly licked his face in return. She watched this scene with a smile.

Finally, the man pushed Citrus off him, who immediately ran away. He stood up, clearly struggling, and wiped his sweaty forehead. He put his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a black box covered in dog saliva. He opened it carefully and looked inside, then breathed a sigh of relief.

“They are intact,” he said and pushed the box under the girl's nose so she could admire its contents.

“Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about your clothes,” she retorted.

The man's eyes widened and he began to look at himself. Only now did he notice that dust wasn't his only problem. One sleeve was practically ripped off and his pants were scuffed and torn. There was even a cut on his shirt that was bleeding slightly.

“Fuck,” he swore, angry with himself.

He took off his suit and shirt, throwing them aside. He looked at the wound. It wasn't particularly large and certainly not life-threatening, but it throbbed and stung.

“Sit down,” he heard a voice behind him.

Jenna placed a stool on the floor, which she had to find somewhere. She also held a bucket in her hands and a rag slung over her shoulder.

“Sit down,” she repeated, this time more firmly.

The man obeyed. He sat on a stool and leaned his back against the wall of the horse stall. He looked at his partner curiously.

The girl crouched down next to him and put a cloth into a bucket which she placed next to him. It turned out to be full of water, because after a while she pulled out a dripping cloth and wrung it out thoroughly.

“You'll be fine. We just need to make sure it doesn't get infected,” she informed him, pressing the wet cloth to the wound. He doubled over slightly in pain. “I forgot to mention that it may sting a little,” she winked at him.

The stranger panted louder for a moment, but his breathing quickly stabilized.

When wounded, he looked quite charming. His slim, delicately defined figure looked much better in an elegant suit, but he was still pleasant to look at. His face was long, with a slightly curved nose, a well-defined, beardless jaw, and brown eyes. His smile was surprisingly captivating. A thick, slicked-back mop of dark hair finished the whole look. He might not have been especially handsome, but he exuded a confidence and charisma that probably charmed women with ease.

 “Tobias,” he introduced himself completely unexpectedly. “The groom's best man and his twin brother. The prettier one,” he added, winking at her.

Jenna smiled to herself. “Funny and quite charming,” she thought, but instead she said aloud: “Jenna, caterer, dog catcher and nurse all rolled into one,” this time she was the one winking at him.

“Haha!” he laughed, but after a moment he hissed in pain and grabbed his wound.

“Don't move, or the blood will never clot,” she scolded him.

“How can I thank you?” he asked, wanting to change the subject.

The girl looked at him with deep eyes for a long moment, then said quite seriously: “Kiss me.”

Tobias didn't expect this. He opened his mouth to refuse, but couldn't get the words out. He looked into her eyes and was speechless. Her face radiated an energy that drew him closer. He admired her eyebrows, highlighted with a black line, her delicately outlined lips, and her raven-black hair, fastened with a clip.

“Okay,” he said, then leaned closer to her face. They closed their eyes and he placed his lips on hers. Only when he was close did he smell the delicate scent of her floral perfume. He pressed his lips to hers, brushed them, and then withdrew.

The man opened his eyes and saw his partner looking at him with dissatisfaction.

“Is that all?” she asked reproachfully.

“I don't know what you expect from me,” he admitted.

“Kiss me like you would kiss one of your lovers,” she demanded. “Or we go back to our duties, pretending that nothing happened,” she proposed as an alternative solution.

He had a feeling she wasn't joking. Whatever drove her was real. She was staring at him intensely. On the one hand, it was the most absurd situation he had ever found himself in, but on the other hand, he was consumed with curiosity.

He decided to see what would happen. With his dominant hand he grabbed her neck and held it tight. He lowered his face down and when he was close enough, he slipped his tongue down her throat. He felt her tongue dart forward. Not to free itself, but to join in their fun. The only thing missing from their kisses was uncertainty. The fire that ignited between them would put many lovers to shame.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tobias pulled away. He looked at his partner. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, and her lips curved into a confident smile. He didn't have to ask if she liked it, but she seemed to read his mind.

“Well, well, maybe you do have a spark in you after all,” she said, clearly pleased.

Jenna took off her jacket, which was part of her work uniform. She reached behind her head and unclipped the clip holding her hair. Her hair immediately fell freely down her back. She set them in motion with a vigorous shake of her head, finishing the job by running her fingers through them. She looked deeply into his eyes. Without taking her eyes off him, her slender fingers searched for the buttons on her shirt, which she expertly undid, starting with the top ones. She unbuttoned maybe two or three and stopped. She gently pulled the material apart, revealing the black fabric of the bra and, with it, her cleavage.

The man practically devoured her with his eyes. He had to admit, whoever this girl was, she was seductive. He followed the movements of her fingers with his eyes. The more she revealed, the more his throat dried up. The outline of her alabaster breasts, hidden beneath her black bra, aroused in him a sincere desire. He felt his penis grow inside his underwear.

The girl playfully tilted her head to the side. Her hair followed suit. She licked her lips slowly and ostentatiously. She then filled her mouth with more saliva and tilted her head down. She puckered her lips and let the accumulated saliva flow out.
The clear substance flowed down her chin and stopped for a moment. After a few seconds, a drop fell onto the bare skin of her torso and, like a slide, slid down and disappeared into the gap between her breasts.

Jenna smiled inwardly. He clearly enjoyed this little performance. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second. She picked up his shirt from the floor and, without asking for permission, wiped the remaining saliva from her face with it. She crawled on all fours towards her partner. She glanced briefly at his exposed chest. He wasn't a particularly muscular man, but it was clear he exercised regularly. She looked him up and down. Finally, she looked him in the eye and winked. She placed her hands on his chest and moved them down to his waist, simultaneously arching her back like a cat.

She spread his legs. She placed her hand on his crotch and gently massaged his stiffening dick through the material of his pants. Satisfied, she reached for the man's belt and unbuckled it, then unzipped his fly. When she finished, she started taking off his pants. He helped her and in a few seconds they were on the floor. Now she could see his dark underwear and the clear outline of his penis beneath it.

Jenna knelt in front of him, reached for her shirt, and began unbuttoning it again, this time all the way. As the last button finished its job, her shirt landed on top of the growing pile of discarded clothes. The upper part of her body was now covered only by a black bra. She reached her hands behind her back. As she did so, she made sure to lean forward so her partner could see deeper into her cleavage. With her fingers she deftly unclasped her bra and tossed it aside as well. Her breasts fell joyfully onto her chest. She grabbed them both, one in each hand, and shook them vigorously.

Tobias once again found that her charm was effective against him. He usually had no problem luring women into bed, but no other woman had aroused such desire in him. Honestly, she wasn't even his type. But that didn't stop him from looking at her with admiration. She had an average, yet well-defined, figure. Her breasts weren't impressive, but they were firm and pleasing to the eye, topped with pink areolas.. Her skin was almost white, which contrasted beautifully with her black underwear and raven hair.

Before he knew it, she was already beside him. She pulled down the waistband of his underwear, freeing his penis, which was already quite swollen. She held it upright with one hand, then leaned down and ran her tongue along its length, from where it met his balls to the tip. She repeated this maneuver three times. The last time, she put the tip in her mouth. She pursed her lips and began to move her head up and down, gradually going lower and lower, pushing his penis deeper.

Pleasure coursed through his body. His penis disappeared deep into her throat. All he felt was a firm suction and the teasing flick of her tongue. When he looked down, all he saw was a mane of raven hair. He let the sensation overwhelm him, but eventually he leaned down, gathered her hair in his hands, and tugged, forcing his partner to pull her head back.

Jenna glanced sideways at her partner, a trickle of saliva running down her chin.
She wiped it with her finger, then put it in her mouth and swallowed it. She did it nonchalantly, for show. Finally, she smiled at him.

Tobias smiled briefly, too. He tugged at her hair again, this time forcing her to stand, then turned her back to him. He admired her from behind for a few seconds. When he had enough, he lifted her long skirt. Wanting to help, she grabbed her skirt, lifted it, and pushed her buttocks out. A pair of rather ordinary panties, the same shade of black as her bra, came into view. He gently slid his fingers under the material and pulled it down, revealing her pussy, adorned with a short strip of pubic hair the same color as the hair on her head.

The man placed his hand on the skin of her buttocks and began to stroke it gently, almost sensually, as if he didn't know what he was looking for. A moment later, the sound of a slap echoed through the room. The girl's right buttock vibrated and changed color from almost white to light pink. He felt pleasure from the slap he had just administered. He felt himself regaining control. Without hesitation, he slapped her again, then her other buttock.

A shiver ran through the girl's body, but aside from adjusting her posture, she didn't move. And just like when he pulled her hair, she didn't complain. More importantly, she didn't ask him to stop. This excited him more than any other girl he had ever been with. But he wasn't a monster. He put his hands on her buttocks and grabbed them. He leaned down and sniffed her genitals, then kissed the cleft between her buttocks.

When he finally released her, Jenna turned to face him. As she danced, she removed her skirt, then her panties. She walked over to him, bringing her face so close she almost touched his. She looked into his eyes for a moment, then leaned in to kiss him.

They kissed briefly and dispassionately. When they finished, she pulled away slightly, and suddenly felt a sharp tug on her arm. He pulled her to him, spun her around, and immediately sat her on his leg.

Her curves pressed against his horny body. Her wild hair brushed the skin of his chest. He inhaled their scent. Her wet pussy settled comfortably against his thigh. His swollen penis prodded her from beneath. His left hand cupped her left breast and began to fondle it. At the same time, his right hand reached for her genitals, his fingers brushing her clitoris.

Tobias squeezed the breast he was holding several times. It yielded obediently, conforming to the shape of his hand. The skin beneath his fingers was delicate, soft, yet firm enough. He tested it for a moment, then reluctantly pulled his hand away. Instead, he moved his hand up to her neck. He pressed down, tilting her head back. She closed her eyes, and he carefully placed his fingertips on her lips, which she instinctively parted. He inserted two fingers, which Jenna wrapped her tongue around and began sucking. When, after a few seconds, they were completely wet, he withdrew them and cupped her breast again. This time, he focused on her stiff nipple. He took it in his fingers and squeezed it a few times, simultaneously pulling it forward. He played with it for a moment, then returned to fondling her entire breast.

At the same time, his other hand was working on her pussy. The man found it easily and began massaging it, moving his fingers like a skilled violinist. He made circular motions while caressing it and her labia. He could clearly feel the wetting there. That wasn't the only sign of her emotion. She touched his cheek with her right hand and, leaning her face toward him, her warm breath became shallower and hotter. After a moment it turned into a quiet but determined moan. Her body, however, did not fit comfortably against his, but arched more and more. Her buttocks pressed against his thigh.

“Ahh... ahhh...!” she moaned sweetly.

His touch sent her into ecstasy. Pleasure radiated from her breasts and pussy, spreading in waves throughout her body. She felt dizzy. Her skin was covered with beads of sweat. Again and again a shock went through her whole body. His hands were wonderful. Rough and firm, yet caring. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she squirmed restlessly. Just as she was on the brink, her juices gushed from within, spreading before her and her lover. The orgasm finally reached her, and her body arched and stiffened.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto her partner's chest. They were both sweaty, so their bodies were pressed against each other. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Her heart rate slowly returned to normal.

At the same moment, Tobias wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as if she were his most prized possession. He carefully placed his chin on her head. He felt her heartbeat stabilize beneath him. He, too, closed his eyes and rested.

A few minutes passed, and Jenna stirred. She shifted position and sat sideways to her lover. She looked into his eyes, and then they shared a brief kiss.

“I think it's finally time for us to seal our acquaintance once and for all, don't you think?” she asked, knowing that he would easily understand what she was talking about.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, as if suddenly uncertain.

“Of course. And you probably do too,” as she said this, she looked at his stiff penis, sticking out like a soldier on guard.

He smiled to himself. He desired her. He wanted to possess her like no other. His question was more an attempt to find an excuse than to play the gentleman.

“You've figured me out,” he admitted aloud. “This stool isn't suitable for this, though.” He got up and went somewhere, returning a moment later with a piece of cloth. “I guess we'll have to limit ourselves to this blanket.”

He went into one of the empty stalls and spread a blanket on the hay-covered floor. “Are you coming in?” he asked her.

Jenna needed no invitation. She walked over and stood in the doorway. She saw her partner lying on his side, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. She rested one hand on the wooden door and the other on her hip. Her sweaty, slightly red body glistened from the reflected sunlight streaming into the room. Her trimmed pubic mound, covered with black hair, stood out against her completely naked, sensual body.

She let him bask in her sex appeal for a moment, enjoying it immensely. Then she took her unruly hair in her hand and pushed it behind her head. She approached the blanket with the gait of a runway model. She knelt on the loose piece of fabric, tilted her head to the side, and smiled sweetly. She reached for Tobias's penis, but he was faster. Without warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled hard, causing her to lose her balance. As she fell, they rolled and he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

The girl felt pain. The blanket wasn't thick enough to cushion her fall, and his hands gripped her arms tightly, preventing her from moving. Still, she paid no attention to it. She liked his animalistic strength. Her heart began to pound in her chest, pumping adrenaline into every cell of her body. She looked into the face of her towering lover and saw fire in his eyes. She truly craved him.

Tobias looked at her hungrily. For a moment, she writhed beneath him, testing his strength but refusing to try to break free. Finally calming down, she blew a stray strand of hair out of her face and gave her partner a challenging look. He ran his eyes over her naked body. Her chest rose high, making her breasts jiggle. He smiled shrewdly and brought his face close to hers. He tried to kiss her, but when he was close enough, she turned her head away. He tried again, but her reaction was identical. She was teasing him, which gave her immense pleasure.

The agitated man quickly lost patience with her ruthless games. He released her and instead wrapped both hands around her throat. He felt her warm, soft skin beneath his fingertips. He carefully wrapped them around her neck. As he did so, some of her muscles stiffened in anticipation, but she still offered no resistance. He leaned down and kissed her full lips. He released his hold and continued kissing her, moving lower and lower. He found her chin, her neck, where he paused for a moment, showering her with short kisses. Then he reached her breastbone and finally the space between her breasts.

He stopped there. Next, he grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them hard several times. Satisfied, he squeezed them together, pressed her stiff nipples together with his finger, leaned down, and put them in his mouth. He sucked hard, flicked them frantically with his tongue, and began to fondle them.

“Ah... ah...” Jenna moaned softly. Erotic heat radiated from her breasts. Waves of pleasure shot from her aroused nipples. She grabbed the back of her partner's head, threaded her fingers through his hair, and pulled him close. His face and her chest were touching. Ecstasy surged through her. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back, letting the moment take her completely.

Seconds turned into hours, hours into days... or so it seemed. When she finally regained consciousness, she opened her eyes. She lay naked on the blanket, her breasts and genitals glowing with red heat, and a wet spot appeared beneath her crotch. Her lover looked down at her, a smile on his lips.

Tobias looked at his work with satisfaction. He'd probably never met a girl for whom breasts were such a sensitive erogenous zone. She lay before him now, breathing deeply. She was sweating, but he couldn't imagine her being more beautiful. He leaned over her, gently placed his hand on her cheek, looked deeply into her eyes, tilted his face, and they kissed. After this brief but significant gesture, he returned to his previous position.

The girl spread her legs, revealing her pussy in all its glory. With her hands, she gently uncovered her labia. Her clit cautiously emerged from its hiding place. Jenna raised her right hand to her mouth and moistened it with saliva. When she was satisfied with the result, she brought it closer again and placed it between her legs. Her fingertips blindly sought her clit and she began masturbating when they did.

Tobias watched the performance with excitement. As if hypnotized, his eyes followed the movements of her hand. Like a world-class dancer, she moved with grace and energy on her sweet spot as if it were her own dance floor. No movement was left to chance. With difficulty, but finally, he moved his gaze to the rest of her body, and it too told its story. He didn't miss any of the twitches, the tense muscles, the curling of her toes. Her face testified to an extreme experience of blissful pleasure.

The man swallowed nervously. His heart was beating fast with excitement. He grabbed his penis with his right hand. It had been stiff and thick since the beginning of their play. And now it demanded attention, caress, its own blissful sensation. Without taking his eyes off his partner, he began to masturbate, moving his hand up and down his penis very slowly but steadily. His testicles itched, signaling their readiness to ejaculate.

Even though they played separately, their bond gave them a sense of mutual delight. It lasted for a minute or two, and then, as if on cue, they stopped, almost simultaneously. They looked at each other, completely horny and eager for fulfillment. Neither of them said a word. They didn't need to; they understood each other without words.

Tobias stepped close enough to his lover that he was between her legs. She lifted her right leg, and he placed it on his shoulder. He took his penis in his hand and placed it on her pubic mound. He gently stroked it, then began to slide his dick over her crotch. He circled it several times until he finally stopped at the entrance to her pussy. With the tip, he spread her labia apart. He looked back at his lover. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“Come inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Destroy me...” These and many similar thoughts rang in her head like bells. How she craved him! She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to fulfill her desire, to give her an unforgettable orgasm. The ultimate ending.

Nothing came out of her mouth. There was no need. Her eyes spoke louder than a thousand words.

He entered her slowly, unhurriedly, just a little. He grabbed her leg, which was resting on his shoulder, looked into her eyes, and continued his steady thrusts until his penis disappeared inside her. She was incredibly wet, and he still felt resistance. Her pussy walls tightened around his cock like a bear trap. Finally, he was inside her up to the shaft.

The man gripped her leg tighter and, finding purchase there, began to move back and forth, penetrating her deeply. Each thrust was stronger and faster than the last. Within moments, he was fucking her at full speed. His penis was on fire, radiating pleasure that quickly spread throughout his body. The second source of arousal was his partner, whom he watched with immense excitement.

At first, the girl lay propped up on her hands, staring intently at his penis, which moved inside her as if it had always been a part of her. Each thrust jolted her horny body. She was already so sensitive that even the first few thrusts felt like someone was hitting her with a hammer. The feeling of pleasure quickly grew within her, and with it, her facial expressions changed, and not only that, but her partner penetrated her faster and more intensely. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, completely surrendering to the feeling. But it quickly became too much. The pleasure was too great and began to overwhelm her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, as if on command. She tilted her head back, simultaneously clenching her fists around the blanket they lay on. Their knuckles were quickly turning white.

“Yass...! Yass...!” she moaned, not sparing her voice.

Minute after minute passed. But in that moment, time didn't exist for her. There was only ecstasy, which constantly flashed through her mind. This was all she needed, this was all she wanted, this was all that mattered. And she probably would have lost herself completely in that feeling if it hadn't been brutally ripped from her.

Tobias stopped fucking her and wiped his sweaty forehead with his hand. He moved his lover's leg away and placed it safely on the ground. Then he grabbed her waist and spun her around, causing her to fall onto her stomach. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward him, forcing her into a new position. Her buttocks were now exposed to him, and Jenna rested her weight on her hands and turned her head, looking at her partner, who was red-faced and breathing heavily.

“Fucking gentleman,” she thought, but she was too horny to lecture him. Instead, she settled into a new position and tried to stick her ass out even further, shaking it encouragingly.

He needed no encouragement. He was guided by instinct, and the need for fulfillment was his only desire. As in the previous position, he moved his penis to her labia and paused for a moment. He gathered the excess saliva in his mouth, then spat into the crevice between her buttocks and onto the tip of his own penis. He then ran his cock over her skin, collecting what little saliva he could muster. His penis, so lubricated, was ready to fulfill its role. He carefully slid it into her dripping pussy. This time, penetration was much easier and even more pleasurable. He grabbed his lover by the waist and began to move, except he immediately went into turbo mode. Her pussy was so hot it welcomed him inside, and he used that to his advantage, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

At such dizzying speed and force, maintaining balance was a real challenge. Mounting fatigue and the fact that the pleasure that had completely overwhelmed her made it even more difficult. Her breasts, now also subject to gravity, thrashed even more aggressively than before. The hair on her head turned to wet mush. Her genital area ached mercilessly, but at the same time it was a source of endless pleasure. These two sensations combined into one unforgettable experience.

“Fuck...! Fuck...!” she swore at the top of her voice.

Tobias was panting with exhaustion, but he had no intention of slowing down.

At one point, the man leaned down and reached for his partner's hair. He quickly gathered it into a single strand, placing it in his left hand, making sure he had a good grip, and then returned to his starting position, tugging on her hair.

“Aaargh!” Jenna screamed in pain and immediately gritted her teeth.

Tobias continued to penetrate her like a madman, without a trace of tenderness. Pure passion and wild instinct controlled his movements. He pulled her hair with one hand, raised his other hand in the air, moved it in a circle, and swung it, slapping the flat of his hand against her shapely ass.

Jenna howled, the pain causing her vaginal muscles to tighten around his cock, sending him into a sensation that was somehow even more divine than anything he had felt before.

Only God knows how long it all lasted. For both of them, it stretched into infinity, a space they longed to immerse themselves in. The world ceased to exist for them. There was only the two of them, their bodies, their bliss. The man rode his partner like a mustang he desperately wanted to tame. Some might have found this ironic, considering they were in a building designated for horses.

And then the climax happened. 

“Ahhh...!” Jenna roared.

Her orgasm hit her like a bolt from the blue. Unbridled pleasure spread through her body like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path. Her mind turned to jelly for a moment, and every muscle in her body went limp. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed to the floor, exhausted. A large, wet spot appeared on the ground where her crotch had been.

The girl's lover, equally exhausted, lost his balance and fell onto his back. His penis, still stiff and sore, throbbed madly, demanding ejaculation.

With tremendous effort, Jenna rose slightly. She crawled on all fours to Tobias' prone body. His penis jutted out like an empty flagpole. She walked over and grabbed it at the base with her right hand, then leaned down and took it into her mouth.

She took it in her mouth, pressed her tongue against it, and began to caress it, moving up and down. She felt its veins pulsate and its whole body tremble with ecstasy. She lowered herself as low as she could, allowing him to disappear into her as much as possible. She moved methodically, persistently, leaving no movement to chance. She felt her partner was getting close. After such a session, and with the skills she'd acquired and was now using, there was no way he'd be able to defend himself. His moans were proof of that.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Tobias groaned as the building orgasm literally burst into his consciousness. What a sensation it was!

Finally, his senses and nervous system were overwhelmed. Her mouth released him from all barriers, and his orgasm hit him with a force he had never experienced before.

“Ahhh!” he roared. His body tensed, and then his penis exploded like a New Year's Eve firework. Seemingly depleted reservoirs of semen shot out uncontrollably, giving him an unforgettable release.

Jenna began coughing, choking on the white substance. The poor girl had his cock in her mouth when he shot. Cum quickly filled her mouth, cutting off her oxygen supply. She pulled away, turned her head, and spat the excess cum onto the ground, swallowing the rest without repulsion.

Her partner, however, wasn't finished yet. His penis still quivered in her hand, spurting more semen, but much weaker and in smaller quantities. Some of the substance landed on her breasts, some on the ground or on Tobias's lower abdomen. After a few seconds, the man's body, including his penis, went limp, and silence fell.

Jenna, exhausted, as if she'd just run an Ironman, fell onto her back. Her chest was still rising and falling with rapid breathing, but everything was slowly returning to normal.

They lay in complete silence for several minutes. Neither of them spoke or moved. They rested, content with what had happened, with the feeling that they had done a good job.

“Tobias! Brother!” someone shouted. “Where are you!?”

As if on command, they both raised their heads and looked at each other.

“That's my brother,” the man explained. “Oh shit! The ceremony must be starting soon,” he added quickly.

They looked at each other in shock, as if only now realizing that time hadn't stood still while they were playing. Their brother's screams grew louder. He was approaching the stables. They stood naked, sweaty, with semen stains and abrasions as decoration.

“Hide in the corner over there,” he ordered her, picking up the blanket from the ground and starting to dry himself with it. “I'll drag my brother away, and you go to that building over there when the path is clear. It should be empty. There's a bathroom with a shower inside; you can use it.”

Jenna nodded.

“Oh shit! My boss is probably looking for me,” she said as the thought just occurred to her.

“Um... we'll tell him I asked you for help with some wedding stuff and it took us a while, okay?” he asked uncertainly.

“It should work,” she confirmed with relief in her voice.

“Brother!” Suddenly they heard a shout clearly coming from nearby.

Tobias wrapped himself in a blanket and gestured for the girl to hide. He ran a hand through his hair and left the stall to meet his brother.

“Mark, hiii...”

Mark looked at his brother and his eyes widened.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked.

“You know? It's a funny story…,” Tobias began. At the same time, he put his arm around his brother and began to pull him away from the hidden Jenna. "It's all because of Citrus…”

Jenna emerged from her hiding place only after the voices of both men had faded. She peeked out and, seeing no one, gathered up her scattered clothes.

“What an adventure,” she thought.

Suddenly, she heard the horse neigh, as if to confirm her words. She looked at him and wondered how she had missed him before. She walked up to him and petted his muzzle.

“Well said, my friend. Well said.” She turned to him with a smile on her face. She waved goodbye and, whistling to herself, headed toward the building Tobias had mentioned.