Pregnant Redhead Fucked Outdoors

The pregnant redhead leaned against the rough pine, belly tight and round beneath the dappled light. He grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise. She grunted when he drove in deep, breath catching. Sweat slicked her lower back. Branches cracked beneath their shifting feet. He pulled out slow and slammed back in, balls slapping wet against her thighs. Her milk-heavy tits swung with every thrust, nipples dark and stiff in the cooling air. She clawed bark with one hand and reached back to spread herself wider with the other. He gripped her hair, yanked her head back. Growled something filthy against her ear. She pushed back to meet him, hips rolling greedy and filthy. A crow called overhead. Pine needles stuck to her knees. He kept pounding, raw and unrelenting, while her belly pressed warm against the trunk and her voice broke into sharp little cries carried off by the wind.