In the heart of a dense forest, a primal scene unfolds. The air is thick with the scent of musky sweat and damp earth. The moon casts its silver glow upon two figures, entwined in a rough embrace. He has a chiseled jaw, and eyes that burn like molten steel; she is a vision of raw femininity, her curves molded by nature's touch.
His hands roam over her body, exploring every inch with an insatiable hunger. She moans softly at his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. His fingers trail down the valley between her breasts, tracing the lines of her hardened nipples before dipping lower to caress her swollen mons.
Their lips lock in a frenzied kiss, their tongues dueling for dominance. He breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so rough that every cell in your body will scream."
She responds with a low growl, urging him on as he stands up, pulling her with him. He lays her down on the cold, wet ground, her hips perched precariously on a pile of leaves and twigs. She spreads her legs wide open, inviting his dominance.
He positions himself between them, their groins pressed against each other's heat. His shaft is rock hard, pulsating with anticipation. He grabs her by the waist, pulling her up to meet him.
With one swift thrust, he plunges into her wet core. She arches her back, a cry of pleasure and pain escaping her lips. The sound reverberates through the forest, echoing off the ancient trees that watch them in silent approval.
He pulls out slowly, drawing a whimper from her lips before slamming back inside with renewed vigor. Their rhythm is rough, animalistic - a primal dance of desire and need.
His hand finds its way to her throat, gripping tightly as he thrusts harder, deeper. She tries to cry out, but all that escapes her lips is a series of guttural moans. He knows what she needs now, understands the rhythm of her body.
Their bodies slam together with brutal force, each impact causing waves of pleasure to radiate from their genitals to every nerve ending in their bodies. They become one, two beings lost within the raw passion that binds them together.
As they near their climax, he releases her throat, letting his hand fall away. He grips her hips instead, using them as leverage for the powerful thrusts that drive him closer to release.
She claws at the ground beneath her, nails digging into the damp earth. Her body convulses around his, pulling him in deeper with every spasm. They're both close now, on the edge of oblivion.
He can feel it building inside him, the heat and pressure growing with each thrust. His own climax is imminent, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. He pulls out once more, only to plunge back in, triggering a mind-blowing orgasm that sends shocks of pleasure through every fiber of their being.
They collapse onto the cold ground, spent and sated, their bodies still quivering from the intense release. As they lie there, panting heavily, he whispers into her ear, "That was rough, but it's only just begun."