Rapunzel’s Emerald Seduction (334 Photos) (Patreon)

The clover field sprawled wild and endless beneath a St. Patrick’s Day sky, its greens mirroring the vivid emerald of Rapunzel’s eyes as she stepped barefoot into the soft, dew-kissed expanse. A shallow stream wove through the sea of clovers, its surface glinting like molten silver, and the air pulsed with the heady scent of earth and spring’s untamed promise. She’d come armed with an arsenal of sexy swimsuits, each one a fleeting tease against her lithe, sun-warmed body—fabric clinging wetly to her curves as she dipped into the water, emerging with a siren’s grace. Her golden hair spilled free, damp tendrils framing her face, and those piercing green eyes sparkled with mischief as she caught Eugene’s stare, daring him to follow her into the wild.

Eugene stood at the field’s edge, his rugged frame taut with barely contained desire, drinking in the sight of her. She swayed closer, water droplets tracing slow, tantalizing paths down her thighs, her latest swimsuit hugging her like a lover’s touch—damp, sheer, hinting at the hardened peaks of her nipples beneath. Rapunzel’s green eyes locked onto his, a wicked glint flashing as she ran a finger along the swimsuit’s edge, tugging it just enough to reveal a sliver of flushed skin. Her lips parted in a slow, knowing smirk, and she tossed her hair back, the golden strands catching the light as she beckoned him with a look that promised trouble. The clovers crunched under his boots as he closed the distance, his breath ragged, hunger etched into every line of his face.

She didn’t wait for him to reach her fully—Rapunzel lunged, playful and fierce, pulling him down into the clover with a laugh that turned husky as their bodies collided. The green sea cushioned them, her hair fanning out like a halo as she straddled him, those green eyes blazing with heat. The swimsuit slipped, a damp whisper against her skin, baring her to his roaming hands—rough palms sliding up her hips, grazing the soft swell of her breasts. She arched into his touch, her nipples grazing his chest as she peeled his shirt away, exposing the hard muscle beneath. Eugene growled her name, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine, and she answered with a teasing roll of her hips, the clovers tangling in her hair as she pressed herself closer.

The swimsuit was a forgotten scrap soon enough, cast aside into the clover as she bared herself fully—her skin glowing, flushed with desire, those green eyes half-lidded and smoldering. Eugene’s hands gripped her thighs, flipping her beneath him with a possessive edge, the field cradling her as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that burned. Her tongue met his, eager and bold, her green eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her heat. The stream’s faint ripple faded under the sound of her gasps, sharp and needy, as his fingers dug into her hips, guiding her against him. She clawed at his back, leaving trails of clover and desire, her voice breaking into a sultry moan that spurred him on.

Their rhythm was wild, unrestrained—the clovers bruising beneath them, their earthy scent mingling with the musk of their passion. Rapunzel’s green eyes snapped open, locking onto his with a fierce intensity as she rocked harder, her body trembling on the edge. Eugene’s grip tightened, his breath hot against her neck, and she arched up to meet him, her swimsuit-soaked skin now slick with sweat. The sun dipped low, bathing the field in a golden haze, and in that moment, they shattered together—her cry echoing through the clovers, his growl merging with it as they climaxed, bodies shuddering in a tangle of limbs and green. The luck of St. Patrick’s Day wasn’t in the clovers or the stream, but in the raw, breathless union they forged, etched into the field beneath them.

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