Kari McKeen taken in bloom (Ahegao BJ + Anal): 150+ images in download-link
Added 2025-05-21 17:00:04 +0000 UTCI should’ve known by the way he grabbed my wrist.
Not rough. But firm. Possessive. Like he had something on his mind and wasn’t going to ask nicely.
“Out here,” he said, leading me through the tall grass, past the trees, until we reached the wildflower field.
We’d found it days ago while walking. It was quiet. Secluded. Just color, breeze, and sky — and now, us.
He didn’t waste time. He pressed me down to my knees in the flowers, his fingers laced in my hair, his eyes dark with that look that makes my stomach twist in the best way.
“You know what to do.”
I moaned before I even opened my mouth.
Because I love when he takes control like this.
When he doesn't ask — he claims.
His length was already thick in my mouth, and he pushed deeper with each slow thrust of his hips. I let him, loving the weight of him on my tongue, the way his hands guided my head like I was his favorite toy. My mascara started to run. My throat burned. I drooled down my chin, soaking the flowers below.
And I didn’t care.
I loved being like this — messy, obedient, soaking wet between my legs from nothing but his control.
When he finally pulled me up, I was dizzy, smiling, breathless.
“Turn around,” he growled.
I dropped forward onto the blanket he’d brought, ass high in the air, already aching for more. I could barely catch my breath before I felt him behind me — one hand gripping my hip, the other guiding himself lower, not where most would go, but where I needed it most.
I gasped.
The stretch was intense. Every push deeper made me arch and whimper, my fingers digging into the grass, my thighs shaking. He moved hard and slow, like he knew he was too much — and didn’t care.
And I didn’t want him to stop. Not for anything.
My mouth was open, drooling again, moaning into the flowers while my body pulsed around him with every thrust. The sun warmed my back, and my whole body begged to break.
I looked over my shoulder, eyes unfocused, lips trembling.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. Take all of me.”
And he did.
He drove into me until I was trembling, nearly crying from the pleasure, my voice high and broken, my body no longer mine — just his.
And when he pulled out and guided me back onto my knees, I opened my mouth for him again without hesitation.
Because in that flower field, under the open sky, I didn’t want to be in control.
I just wanted to be his.
