Thrilling outside squirting during tornado watch
In the heart of a storm, she sprawls naked on the outdoor couch, thunder rumbling in the distance. The screen door bangs against its frame, a chaotic rhythm matching her heavy breaths. She’s got her legs wide open, fingers digging into her slick cunt, pulling at her lips, stretching herself obscenely. The wind howls, but it’s nothing compared to the wet, sloppy sounds of her finger-fucking. She’s drenched, her juices coating her thighs, glistening under the faint porch light. Suddenly, she pulls her fingers out, brings them to her mouth, and sucks them clean, moaning deeply. Her other hand moves to her clit, rubbing it furiously, her body convulsing as she nears her peak. She screams into the night, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, squirting violently, her pussy pulsing with each wave of pleasure. The first drops of rain hit her skin, mixing with her sweat and cum, as she lies there, spent and breathless, the storm raging around her.
Her eyes snap open, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she sees him standing there, cock hard and leaking. She beckons him over, her voice a husky whisper. “Fuck me, right here, right now. I want to feel that thick cock pounding into me while the storm rages on.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s on her in an instant, his mouth crushing hers, his hands roaming her body. He flips her over, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the couch cushions. He spits on her asshole, rubs his cock against her, then slams into her pussy with a grunt. She screams, the sound drowned out by the thunder. He fucks her hard, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock stirring her cum inside her. She reaches back, her fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He leans down, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he comes, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She follows soon after, her body clenching around him, her pussy squirting onto the couch, mixing with the rainwater dripping onto the cushions.
