Rough sex with a Czech stranger is the best medicine instead of fruits

In the dappled sunlight of a Prague park, I found her sprawled out on a picnic blanket, her tits spilling out of a thin sundress, nipples hard as pebbles. She was a stranger, a Czech beauty with eyes that promised sin. I knelt down, my cock already throbbing, and yanked her dress down, exposing her tits fully. She gasped, but her eyes never left mine. I grabbed a handful of each, squeezing hard, making her moan. My mouth found hers, tongue forcing its way in, tasting her, claiming her. My hands roamed down, pushing her dress up, finding her pussy slick and ready. I plunged two fingers in, rough and deep, making her buck against me. She was panting, her eyes wild, and I knew she was mine to take.

I flipped her over, her ass in the air, dress bunched around her waist. I could see her cunt glistening, begging for more. I spit on her asshole, rubbing it in, making her squirm. Then I was inside her, my cock slamming home, hard and deep. She screamed, a raw, animal sound, and I laughed, grabbing her hips, fucking her like a wild animal. My balls slapped against her, the sound wet and obscene. She was moaning, begging for more, and I gave it to her, harder, faster, until I could feel her cunt clamping down on me, her body shaking with her orgasm. I pulled out, stroking my cock, and came all over her back, my cum mixing with the sweat that coated her skin. She collapsed, spent, and I knew I had found my medicine, better than any fucking fruit.