She reclines out on the patio, enjoying the soothing feeling of the late morning sun. Unconsciously, she begins to lightly caress herself as she recalls what took place last night. Pinned to the floor. Being fucked with a force and ferocity that she never could have anticipated or imagined. Her shouts of protest and wild cries of delight. Saying "Good boy! Good boy!" over and over again like a mantra. Reduced to a strange and wonderful primal state where she was nothing more than an animal existing for the sole purpose of pleasuring a stronger animal. And loving every moment.
She was waiting on her hands and knees, horny and impatient. It had been several minutes; why hadn't he mounted her? Instead, he was pacing back and forth, his huge cock bobbing up and down. A strange thought came to her: was he ... teasing her? Did he know how desperately she wanted that cock inside her? Had he noticed how the waiting was unbearable for her? She was still horny and impatient ... but now perhaps a bit uncertain about who was in charge.