>>55839731A drop of sweat glistens and shines as it slides down her stomach’s contour. Unbuttoned jacket revealing her toned, freckled abdomen and demure, flowery brassiere. She was pinned by you, her thighs firmly in your hands and encircling your loin-area. Light as a feather, soft creaking of the covered benches mixed with her sweet moans, her breath low and sensual. A hand on the planks behind her and the other to her lips. Your mind is left to search for onlookers waiting to invade your amour. ‟Hey,” a sharp claw at the large of your back, ‟Stop taking your eyes off of me! You should only be looking at me!” you heard her say, sulking. Her sun-kissed cheeks reddened to a tender terracotta. She’d unbuttoned her bra, needily waiting for you to notice. Her perfect valleys, firm and shining and bouncing rhythmically, stole your senses. ‟Now kiss me,” she asked, pleading. Her lips were like a drop of water in the dessert sun, soft and sweet and scalding. It was a long, drawn-out union. She tasted of apricot. The angle left you no room for movement, but you only felt yourself getting harder, and she more lubricated. You wondered how she such changed from a unscratchable poké-force of nature champion into a demure, rich and richly spoiled girl. The contrast, the puzzle made her stupid cute face and freckles imprint endlessly into your thoughts. But her switch flipped again, as you felt her tongue begin to devour you whole. Now, bouche-à-bouche, you were as close to each other as two bodies could possibly be, her bronze-touched skin almost melding into yours, rubbing hot, sweaty, obscenely. Hungry, spaced-out desire in her gemstone eyes. You wanted to pull away, already nearing an apex. ‟Nho!” she pleaded down your throat. ‟Shthay like thish, pleashe,” she begged.
