Anonymous Raw Fuck: My One-Night Frenzy with Jola on Alien Grass

My comm device buzzes in my pocket, Abraham’s voice crackling: ‘Where the fuck are you?’ Ignore it. Heart hammers. We’ve crashed here on Guanahani after the pit, Enigma’s fog bullshit. Grass thick under me, sun dipping low. There she is. Jola. Topless, cross-legged, braiding weeds. Tiny, 1.50m, legs endless, skin pale brown, long black hair to her hips. Slanted eyes lock on mine. Small tits, perky, wide dark nipples begging a suck. Pussy clenches hard. Days of tension since Luna chats, phantom teases in my head. No more screens. This is it.

She smiles, soprano voice: ‘Sleepy from the wormhole?’ Bettina stirs beside me, Hiroko yawns. But my eyes eat her up. Musky scent hits me – her skin, wild herbs, salty sea air. No bra, no shame. Modern girl like me, connected via stars now. ‘Intimate spots inside,’ she says, nodding to the village domes. Urgency burns. Fuck dinner, fuck talk. Grab her wrist. ‘Show me now.’ She grins, leads us – me, Bettina – to the inn’s back room. Door shuts. Air thickens.

The Approach

Her fingers yank my jacket. ‘Pretty tits,’ she purrs, palming mine through fabric. Nipples diamond-hard. I shove her skirt up. Bare pussy, smooth, glistening. ‘Wet already, slut?’ She laughs, pushes me on the low bed. ‘Days of wanting this?’ Echoes my screen flirts back home. No time. Rip her top off – wait, she’s already bare. Mouth on her nipple, bite. She moans, French-perfect from god-knows-where. Bettina watches, hand in pants. Jola’s between my thighs, breath hot. ‘Spread.’

The Explosion

She dives. Tongue flat, laps my clit savage. ‘Fuck, yes!’ Juices flood her face. I grind up, hips bucking. Grab her hair, yank. ‘Deeper, bitch.’ Fingers plunge in – two, three. Stretch me raw. Gush. Her small tits mash my thighs, nipples scraping. I flip her. Face in her cunt. Salty-sweet, tight hole. Suck her nub, teeth graze. She screams: ‘Finger my ass!’ Do it. Thumb in, curl. She squirts, sprays my chin. Bettina joins – licks Jola’s tits while I fist-fuck. Abraham’s comm vibrates again. Fuck him. Jola’s on me, scissoring. Clits grind, wet slaps echo. ‘Cum on my pussy!’ Orgasms rip – mine first, thighs quake, scream raw. Hers next, nails rake my back bloody.

Sweat pools. Breaths rasp. She rolls off, grabs water. ‘Good fuck.’ No cuddle. I wipe cum from thighs, dress quick. She’s braiding grass again, eyes distant. Bettina snores soft. My comm: Abraham raging. Jola gone already? Nah, outside, chatting villagers like nothing. Stranger again. Pussy throbs sore, satisfied. Grab gear. Walk out. No numbers, no promises. Just the thrill – screens to skin, boom, done. Adrenaline fades. Back to the chaos. She’s vanished into the domes. Perfect.