Elena sprinted through the moonlit woods, her torn shirt flapping open to bare her breasts, the rabid dog's snarls echoing behind her. Panting and sweating, she burst into a clearing and collided with a tall stranger. "Well, well," he drawled, eyes raking her half-naked form, "what's a fierce thing like you doing running from mutts?" She straightened, smirking despite her heaving chest. "Saving my ass for someone who knows how to handle it, not some frothing beast. You look rabid enough yourself—got a name, or should I call you Dog?"
He laughed, stepping closer. "Jake. And you?" "Elena. Now quit staring and help, or I'll handle you next." The tension crackled as his gaze dropped to her wet, dripping thighs. "Horny from the chase, are we?" he teased. She pressed against him, hand boldly cupping his hardening cock through his jeans. "Talk's cheap, Jake. Show me that hard length if you're not all bark."
Witty banter flew as clothes vanished: "Bet that pussy's tighter than your wit," he quipped. "Try me and find out—after you earn a blowjob," she shot back, dropping to her knees. She took him deep, tongue swirling until he groaned. Rising, Elena shoved him down and straddled his face, then his cock, riding hard and fast. Her ass slapped against him, pussy clenching as she controlled every thrust.
Sweating and panting, they built to frenzy—she came first, walls pulsing, then he followed, cum spilling deep inside her. They collapsed in a tangle, her strong hands pinning his wrists. "Not bad for a rabid dog," she murmured. But as distant howls rose again, Elena whispered, "Round two's coming, and this time we hunt together."
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