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The Smut Hunters: Taken Hard & Rough in the Outdoors
(Traci Wilde)

And then I saw it. Or rather her. I came upon a clearing in the forest. While finding a small glen or meadow in the midst of the forest isn't exactly rare, it's still a bit of a surprise to run upon one.

This one though, was a shocker. It was roundish, with a few old rotting stumps here and there where trees had once stood, dead leaves lying around among the short, soft grass, and right in the middle was a woman, nude as the day she was born, her arms and legs stretched ??" and I mean stretched as far as they could go ??" so that she was spread eagle, her ankles and wrists tied to metal stakes driven into the ground. 

Over her was a man ??" he was still wearing his shirt, though his pants, shoes and underwear lay in a hump next to them, while her clothes were strewn about, as if they'd been taken from her and thrown, landing haphazardly, wherever they fell.

He was between her legs, deep inside her, pumping hard and fast, grunting. The woman ??" she was not gagged or bound, just tied, I'd guess, to make her a little more compliant ??" stared straight up at the small sliver of sky visible over the clearing. She was moaning, her body jerking with each of his thrusts, her small, tight breasts bouncing with each movement. I was no more than twenty feet from them when I stopped, and from here I could see she was covered in sweat, arching her back, lifting her hips as much as she could to meet his thrusts.

"Oh my god," she moaned, and it was clear she was enjoying the encounter. Maybe he had played and caressed, touched and kissed before slamming inside her. Not all of the men do... high