It has become my weekly ritual, that evening, in Auvergne Rhône Alpes, I decide to go hunting, like a beast hungry for cock. No fixed spot, I like the unexpected, the exhibition where no one expects it. It is 6 p.m., dusk envelops a forest full of joggers, and I am ready to turn up the temperature. My t-shirt rolled up to my navel reveals my flat stomach, my jeans pulled down below my buttocks reveal my rounded, clean-shaven ass, a clear invitation to debauchery. I wander on the path, provocative, enticing. The looks of the guys who pass pierce me: some spit their contempt, others let their eyes linger, troubled, excited. I play the game. As soon as a strong male crosses my path, I stop, arch my ass like a bitch in heat, stare him straight in the eye, then resume my walk, my gait swaying, my buttocks quivering under the taut fabric. About twenty minutes later, a guy passes me, well into his forties, like a virile bear. Graying beard, bull muscles, legs as thick as trunks, sculpted by years of marathons or swimming – not a hair on his smooth thighs. His tank top molds his prominent pecs, his tiny shorts hint at a promising bump between his legs. He gives me a predatory look, a vicious smile at the corner of his lips. I stick my ass out even harder, but he continues on his way. Not for long. A few minutes later, there he is again, he passes me again, and this time, I feel that it is going to come to fruition. His eyes undress me, his tongue runs over his lips. Without a word, I turn off the path, heading into the woods. He follows me, like a wolf sniffing out its prey. In an isolated clearing, I stop. He approaches, massive, imposing. His calloused hands land directly on my ass, knead it forcefully, spread my fleshy globes. A thick finger slides into my crack, tickles my tight hole, then plunges in with a sharp thrust. I moan, already soaked with excitement. He fingers me roughly, widening my anus with expert movements. Then he spins me around, presses his mouth to mine and pushes his tongue into me, a slobbery shovel that makes my head spin. He opens his shorts, releasing a monstrous cock: 19 cm of thick, veined, almost hairless flesh, a heavy club that hangs between his muscular thighs. I fall to my knees, salivating like a hungry whore. My right hand jerks him off as my mouth engulfs his cock. I suck him greedily, my tongue dancing over his swollen head, down his throbbing vein, swallowing his shaft until my lips brush his hanging balls.He rips off his tank top, revealing the torso of a Greek god: bulging pecs with tiny but rock-hard nipples, broad shoulders, biceps pumped to the max, a flat stomach that plunges in a V towards his cock. I pump him hard, deep throating, my chuckles muffled by his meat. He thrusts, fucking my mouth like a savage. After three minutes, I get up, lean against a tree, arch my ass in offering. He spits a big mollard on my hole, spreads his drool with his purple glans, then sinks into me. His massive cock forces my anus, centimeter by centimeter. He tries it several times, but ends up impaling me completely. I scream with pleasure, my ass spreads under the pressure of his tool. He starts a rhythmic fuck, his thrusts make his balls slap against my buttocks, his cock fills me to the bottom. I moan like a slut, and it attracts people. A jogger, forty years old, muscular, brown beard and square jaw, approaches, hypnotized by the spectacle. He watches the cock that tears me apart without a condom, takes out his own cock and jerks off frantically. My fucker withdraws his cock, dripping with my juices, to show it to him. The guy whistles, impressed by the caliber. In two minutes, he cums, projecting jets of thick sperm on the top's cock and on my offered ass. My lover collects the juice with his fingers, spreads it on his glistening cock and penetrates me again, lubricated by the seed of a stranger. “That guy’s cum on my cock makes me even harder,” he growls, pounding me like a jackhammer. The voyeur leaves, and he continues to fuck me, enduring, tireless. My ass smacks under his assaults, my cries echo in the forest. As he files me again, two silhouettes emerge from the bushes. I turn my head and discover two identical guys, twins, damn! My heart races, my excitement explodes. Blond, mid-length hair combed ba ...

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