She yanked my arm and whispered, "Park. Now. I need your cock." We were two blocks from her apartment after drinks, both horny as hell and too impatient to wait. The night was warm, the park gates still open for late walkers, and we slipped inside like we owned the place.
We found a spot behind a thick row of bushes, away from the main path but not hidden enough to feel safe. That was the point. She pushed me against a tree trunk, dropped to her knees on the grass, and unzipped me fast. My cock sprang out half-hard already. She sucked it straight into her mouth, no teasing, just wet heat and sloppy strokes. I groaned and grabbed her hair. "Suck it deeper, you filthy girl." She did, gagging a little, spit running down my shaft onto her chin.
Voices drifted from the path twenty feet away. We froze for a second, then she started bobbing again, faster, like the risk made her wetter. I could smell her arousal even from up here. When I was rock hard and throbbing, she stood, hiked her skirt up to her waist, and bent over a low park bench. No panties. She'd come prepared.
I stepped behind her, lined up, and slammed my cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She bit her lip to stay quiet but a moan still slipped out. I fucked her hard and steady, skin slapping, her juices coating my balls. The bench creaked under us. Every time footsteps passed on the path I slowed down but never pulled out, just ground deep while she clenched around me.
She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider. "Finger my asshole," she hissed. I licked my thumb and pushed it in. She pushed back, taking both. Her pussy fluttered and she came hard, legs shaking, a low guttural sound escaping despite herself. I kept pounding through it, balls slapping her clit.
Another couple walked by on the lit path, laughing. We stayed perfectly still, my cock buried to the hilt, her pussy pulsing around me. The second they passed I pulled out, spun her around, and sat on the bench. She straddled me and sank down again, riding fast and dirty. Her tits bounced under her thin top. I yanked it down and sucked a nipple while she ground her clit against me.
She came again, biting my shoulder to muffle the sound. I was close. I stood up with her still impaled, carried her two steps to a thicker tree, and fucked her standing, her back against the bark. Her legs locked around me. I drove up hard until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, pulse after pulse of cum flooding her cunt.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock twitching as it softened. Cum leaked out around my shaft and ran down her thighs. She kissed me messy and said, "Again. Different spot." We moved deeper into the park, found a picnic table, and she lay back on it. I ate her out, tasting my own cum mixed with her juices, tongue fucking her while she held my head and whispered filthy encouragement.
She came on my face, then flipped over so I could take her from behind again on the table.
This time slower but still raw, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Another pair of joggers ran past on the nearby trail; we didn't stop. She reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, and we both came together, her pussy milking every drop out of me.
We cleaned up with her panties, left them on the table as a souvenir, and walked out of the park with her still leaking down her legs. The whole walk home she kept reaching over to squeeze my cock through my jeans, already planning the next time we'd fuck somewhere we could get caught.
