treesome [3 min]
Under the Arch of Lust
Deep in the heart of the forest, three ancient trees stood like sentinels, their gnarled branches forming a natural arch. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a scorching glow on the forest floor below. It was here, under the arch of lust, that two older ebony lovers found themselves lost in each other’s embrace.
The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the earth, and the sound of birdsong filled the air. But all that mattered to them was the rhythm of their hearts and the eagerness that burned between their bodies. She was a girl of body and strength, her skin as smooth as melted chocolate and her hair as dark as midnight. He was a man of experience and power, his muscles hardened by years of labor and his eyes filled with a hunger that could not be denied.
They had come to the forest to escape the world and reconnect with each other, to forget about the stresses of daily life and the responsibilities that weighed them down. And as they stood under the arch of desire, they could feel the weight lifting off their shoulders.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the stubble on his chin. He pulled her close, pressing her proportions against his, and she could feel the bulge in his pants against her. She moaned brightly, her hips grinding against his as they kissed passionately.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake. She let out a whimper, her head thrown back in delight as his tongue flicked at her earlobe. He nibbled at her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he continued his exploration.
He reached down, his hands sliding over her mold, cupping her hot buttocks. She gasped as his fingers dug into her flesh, the roughness of his touch sending shivers down her spine. He pulled her closer, his member pressing against her, and she could feel the anticipation radiating from him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she rode him. He thrust up into her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as the earth itself. She threw her head back, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensation.
As they continued to move, the ancient trees above them seemed to sway in time with their excitement. The sun danced on their skin, casting shadows on the forest floor and highlighting the sweat that glistened on their bodies. They were lost in each other, two old ebony lovers finding solace and delight in the heart of the forest.
But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, they knew they had to leave. They reluctantly broke their embrace, their bodies glistening with sweat and heat. They looked up at the three trees, their arch still standing tall and proud.
As they walked away, hand in hand, they knew that they would return to the forest under the arch of passion again and again. For in that sacred place, they had found a humping that would last a lifetime.
Older ebony ventures is for adults only. Always practice safe bangibg and consent is essential.
