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🔍 Forest Test — Before the Wedding 💦🌲
🕑 Added 2025-08-09 18:00:04 +0000 UTCThe sun was high above the forest, filtering through the leaves and casting warm light over the mossy ground. Birds chirped softly, and crickets filled the air with a gentle hum. In this secluded corner near the village stood two figures — a girl named Lianna and a man named Godar.
Lianna was slender, with long black hair braided neatly down her back. She wore a simple yet elegant dress — light, flowing, highlighting her youthful form. Her wedding was set for the next month. But before that, by village custom, she had to undergo an inspection.
Godar was broad-shouldered, bearded, and heavyset. People considered him rough but fair — he wasn’t a mentor, nor a teacher, just the one tasked with inspecting a girl’s readiness to be a wife… in his own way. One meeting. One act. And all was to be honest.
Lianna breathed unevenly, her cheeks burning. She knew what she had to do and slowly lay on her side, lifting her dress and gently spreading her buttocks with her fingers. The sound of a flask being uncorked echoed — Godar poured some oil into his palm, knelt behind her, and confidently ran his fingers between her cheeks, touching the soft, wet folds.
"Already ready," he muttered, feeling her tremble slightly at his every motion.
He didn’t rush, teasing her slowly, circling his thick fingers along her slick entrance, gently stretching and massaging. She whimpered softly, avoiding his eyes. But when he stood and unfastened his trousers, something clenched deep inside her in anticipation.
His penis was massive, thick, swollen with veins, the tip glistening with precum. She sat up on her knees and, without a word, took him into her mouth. At first slow and hesitant, she licked around the tip, then slid deeper, sucking harder, almost choking. Godar groaned, grabbing her hair at the roots but letting her choose the pace. Her lips moved along his shaft, saliva dripping from her chin — he was close, but stopped her.
“Lie down,” he growled.
She lay on her back, her dress bunched around her waist. He knelt between her legs and spread them wide, watching the glistening wetness between her folds. His thick penis pushed into her slowly but deeply. She cried out, arching from the stretch, but soon trembled with pleasure.
He moved steadily, pressing into her with his full weight. Each thrust drew louder moans from her lips — she clutched the moss, head thrown back, breathless. Her small body beneath him took him fully.
Then he flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and entered her from behind. The pace became rougher, deeper. Her ass bounced against his pelvis, his hands gripping her waist firmly.
When she lay on her back again, he sat up, and she climbed onto him, straddling his hips and riding him eagerly. Her breasts bounced under the thin fabric, her mouth parted in ecstasy, hair loose and messy. His hands gripped her thighs as she moaned louder, losing herself in rhythm.
“I’m close…” he groaned.
He pulled her tight and released deep inside her with a growl. Warm cum pulsed into her, filling her completely. As he slowly pulled out, thick white fluid began to trickle from her, down her inner thighs, warm and wet.
She lay next to him, gasping. He ran his fingers along her leg, smearing drops of his seed.
“You did well. Very well. But… even after the wedding, you’ll still need practice. I think we’ll be meeting in this forest again,” he said with a sly grin.
Lianna didn’t answer. She simply smiled and closed her eyes, satisfied and exhausted.
