Through the Fog (Female x Male) (18+ NSFW)
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Before starting any renovation project, take the time to plan meticulously. Assess the customer's needs, budget, and timeline to ensure a smooth and successful renovation process. Thank you for joining us for this pro tip on planning thorough renovations. Stay tuned for more expert advice brought to you by Floor & Decor Gilroy.

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still panting as Theo approached me in the middle of the foggy woods. He took off his hat and pushed his fingers through his thick brown hair. There was a look of almost awe on his face, and it flattered me. He hadn't forgotten about me. "'How did you—' he asked, eyeing me up and down. It wasn't becoming for a soon-to-be duchess to leave the grounds without letting someone know, and it certainly wasn't acceptable for her to meet her former lover.'

Theo took a step closer, and I resisted the urge to throw myself into his arms. I couldn't make the first move. I wouldn't allow it. "Gwen, what are we going to do?" said Theo softly. He took another step closer. The fog rolled around us, the air thick and warm. It was so quiet out here. You're to be married in only one week's time. I swallowed hard. I could hardly bear it.

His hand cupped my face, and I choked back a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob. But when his lips touched down on my own, I couldn't control it. My mouth opened for him, warm and welcoming. It was like no time had passed. It was like it was a year ago, before I got forced into this upcoming marriage, before my whole world turned upside down. "I missed you so much," breathed Theo.

turning my head to the side so he could kiss my neck. I sighed in response. There were no words to describe just how much I missed him. The fog was thickening around our bodies, encapsulating us in a cloud. It seemed fitting somehow. Theo grabbed my waist. We walked backwards together, taking a few steps until we crashed into a tree. Our mouths were wild and hungry, and while we kissed,

Theo grabbed the bottom of my dress and lifted my skirt. His hands touched my bare skin underneath, and shivers snaked down my spine. "Theo!" I gasped as he slid his fingers across the front of my panties. He stroked me there while I writhed against the tree. I looked up at his face, which was unchanged. He appeared exactly the same as he always had: rugged and handsome, with a defined jaw.

His eyes stared deep into mine, and I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. His gaze was intense as he shoved his hand down my panties now and began to stroke my pussy. My jaw was slack as a series of breathy moans lifted from my throat. "Theo," I breathed. "I need you." He spun me around then, and I braced myself on the thick oak tree. Theo grabbed my waist, hinging me forward.

I looked back over my shoulder as best as I could and watched him drop to his knees. My heart was pounding thickly in my ears. Every fiber of my being knew this was wrong, but I needed it. I needed it in a primal, intrinsic way, like I might die if I didn't get it. Theo pulled down my panties. His breath was hot across my cunt, which made my legs shake when he pressed his mouth down onto my slit.

I cried out and held more tightly against the tree. His tongue slid skillfully across the sensitive bud at the very top, massaging me there while my body ached and trembled for him. "Theo, that feels perfect." I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. His hands cupped my bottom as he feasted on me. His fingers pushed hard into my skin, his mouth tonguing me over and over.

Immense pleasure had started to build inside me, and Theo seemed to sense it. He kept going, letting the intensity build. Until finally, I was being pushed over an invisible ledge. My entire body shook from the force of my climax, and I felt like a wild animal. As I cried and groaned into the open, foggy air, I was still twitching from it all. When Theo stood up, spun me around, and kissed me.

I could taste myself on him, as our tongues snaked over one another. "I need you, Gwen." He grabbed my chin with two fingers, peering deep into my soul. "Are you ready for me?" I nodded slowly. More than ever, I was breathing hard as Theo unzipped his pants. I looked down to watch as he pulled out his erect length, and it was as perfect as I remembered. My mind flashed back to our days spent in these very woods,

dipping our toes in the stream and making love on the softest areas of moss. Theo entered me, and it was like no time had passed. He made love to me slowly and deeply against the tree, our bodies working as one as he pumped between my legs. I felt light and dizzy, caught up in both present and past. "You feel as perfect as you always did," Theo hissed, his face tense as he looked at me.

I could see the pleasure etched in his expression. "Gwen, you are made for me." I looked away and closed my eyes. I couldn't face what he was saying. It was the truth, of course. But right now, I only wanted to enjoy this pleasure. He pulled down the top of my dress to expose my breasts. I clapped a hand to my mouth, covering my desperate whimpers as Theo's tongue swirled across one nipple. He pulled it past his lips.

sucking me, and then switched to the other. I rocked on top of Theo's length, feeling myself open and soften for him. Stars flickered in my line of vision. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of Theo's tobacco and the earthy smell that surrounded us. He leaned in close and kissed me. Our lips connected the same way our most intimate parts were connected. We couldn't be close enough. I collapsed against him,

and Theo held me in his arms while he continued to drive his hips up and in. Again and again, he entered me, sending me spiraling into even deeper pools of arousal. Without warning, after a particularly quick series of thrusts, Theo withdrew. I looked down to watch as he stroked his shaft over top of me, his release spurting out and landing on the soft hair of my mound. His groans sounded perfect to me,

A deep and needy noise that I often replayed late at night when I couldn't sleep. "Gwen," Theo gasped, tucking himself back into his pants. I... I... I... I waited to hear what he would say next, but no words came. Instead, he pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe me clean. I bit my bottom lip, wishing we could do this all over again. I didn't want this to be the last chapter of our story.

"I can do it," I said quietly, reaching for his hand. "Please, let me." Once Theo was sure that I was sufficiently clean, he pocketed the messy kerchief and pulled me in against him. Tears were pricking at my eyes, but I forced myself to hold back. Theo's hand held the back of my head. I melted at the way his fingers rubbed across my hair. "I hope we've not made too much a mess of you," he said.

chuckling weakly as he stepped back to look at me. Now, let's get you home. I took his hand in mine and made a promise to myself that this would not be the last time. It couldn't be, no matter what it took. If you enjoyed this podcast, then please write an Apple review saying why you love it. We truly appreciate your support and the wonderful messages we receive from you. See you next time!