I led them into a dense thicket of trees, the sounds of the city still humming nearby. I stopped and leaned back against a rough trunk, throwing my coat wide. I stepped out of my heels and slid my dress up to my waist, exposing my soaking wet pussy to the open air.
“Get over here and eat it,” I commanded.
The Trainee scrambled forward, diving between my legs. I grabbed a handful of their hair, shoving their face hard against my clit. I didn’t want a gentle touch; I wanted them to devour me. I ground my hips forward, forcing my drenched folds into their mouth, muffling their moans with my flesh. I could feel their tongue frantically licking, trying to please me, but I pushed harder, pinning their head against me until they were gagging on my scent.
“Harder, you pathetic slut,” I groaned, my fingers digging into their scalp. I shifted my weight, rubbing my clit against their nose and lips, making sure they tasted every drop of my arousal. I looked over my shoulder, seeing a jogger passing by on the trail just a few yards away. The risk made my pussy pulse violently.
I yanked their head back, staring into their blown-out pupils. “You love this, don’t you? Being a public toilet for my lust.” I shoved them back down, forcing their tongue deep inside me, the friction sending sparks of electricity through my spine. I began to bounce on their face, using them as nothing more than a piece of meat to get me off, my wetness dripping onto their cheeks




















