Crouching Amber, Ridden Matthew

Yeah I know. It's been a while since I updated. Went with a somewhat different theme for this series of pictures, although Amber is her usual self Lucky Matthew.

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She came to me while I lounged under the shade of a thick, gnarled oak tree. The leaves seemed to stir, as I did, upon her approach.

I stood up, brushed the dirt off my trousers, tightened my belt and tucked in my belly—as if this would impress her, chiseled body like living stone. Oh well. Manners first.

Her bare feet rustled through the grass as she strode up to me. I cleared my throat.

“Ah, Amber, back already? I—oh!”
I gasped as she pushed me forcefully, causing me to stumble ass-first into the oak tree behind. My heart leaped into my throat and I felt a bit in panic. Okay, maybe more than a bit.

“What—what did I do?” I struggled to form words from a mouth full of too much saliva. “I was just—what is—please,”

Amber’s finger went up to my lip and she stared me right in
the eyes.

“First of all, Matthew” she said, wiping her face, “say it, don’t spray it. And second: shut up.”

I felt her breasts squeezing against my chest as she pushed bodily against me, and then her lips came to mine.
Now my heart leaped into my throat, but for a different reason. Holy shit.

Amber was making out with me. Me, of all people. And really laying it on thick. The next thing I knew, her tongue was exploring my mouth, and I could barely keep up. Kiss after kiss, a literal assault on my face. Meanwhile, she pinned me so tight against the tree I could scarcely breathe. Those abs were solid as rock. Not that I was complaining.

I just followed along and let her have her way with me. Even if I didn’t want to, it’s not like I could say no to a woman who could slay dragons with her bare feet.

Another gasp escaped from my lips as I felt a tug, then a squeeze, right on my balls. As if I needed any more encouragement down there. Her hand entered and slithered down my trousers, like a snake hunting prey.

Another squeeze, and this time a moan. Oh yes. It was quite clear to me who’d be wearing the pants in this relationship. Little surprise there, but fine by me.

Bit by bit she worked me until I found myself on the ground, with her straddling on top of me. Her eyes glinted with hunger. My heart thudded as I followed her eyes down to the bulging mass in my trousers. She unbuttoned them, dragged them off, then stripped naked of her own clothes. I knew well enough to do the same without being told. Still, she helped me along.

Yes, this was shaping up to be a splendid afternoon.