Elena trudged through the howling snow, her boots sinking deep until the flickering light of a remote cabin drew her in like a beacon. Inside, the warmth hit her flushed cheeks just as the door swung open to reveal Jake, broad-shouldered and smirking. "Lost in my woods, are we?" he drawled, shaking snow from his coat.
"Your woods? Cute. I was managing fine until this storm decided to play gatekeeper," Elena shot back, peeling off her gloves with a defiant flick. "Bet you spend more time talking to trees than actual women."
Jake chuckled, stepping closer, the air thickening between them. "Trees don't talk back with that much fire. You always this horny for arguments, or is the cold getting to you?" Their banter sparked hotter as she pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. "Talk is cheap, lumberjack. Show me if you've got the cock to match that mouth."
Clothes hit the floor in a rush of sweat and urgency; Elena shoved him against the wall, her lips claiming his in a fierce kiss while her fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, already hard and pulsing. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned, panting, "Damn, you're not holding back." Her pussy grew wet and dripping with anticipation, horny tension coiling tight.
Jake hauled her up, spinning her to grip her ass as he thrust into her slick pussy from behind, their bodies slamming in rhythm amid the crackling fire. "Faster, or are you all snow and no show?" she taunted, meeting each stroke with equal force, sweat glistening on her skin. He pounded deeper, her moans mixing with his until she came hard, clenching around him.
He followed seconds later, pulling out to spill hot cum across her ass, both of them panting and spent against the wooden beams. Elena turned with a wicked grin, already plotting the next round as the blizzard raged on outside.
But the real storm was only just beginning.
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