We're at night fucking full hard.

In the dark, illuminated only by a full moon, he pins her against the rough bark of an ancient oak tree. His hands grip her hips possessively as he rips through her panties, exposing her wet, swollen folds. He buries his face in her moist core, lapping at her clit like a starved man at a feast. She gasps and moans, arching her back in pure ecstasy. With one swift movement, he impales her on his rock-hard cock, filling her up completely. He begins to thrust violently, slamming into her with a primal rhythm that echoes through the forest. She meets his ferocity with her own, clawing at his back and grinding her hips against him in a frenzy of lust. Their bodies slick with sweat and laden with the scent of sex, they f inally collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap, breathless and spent from their passionate encounter.