Many topless women adorn the grasslands surrounding London’s Ladies’ Pond.
She stirs beside me asking me to apply sunscreen. My pussy dampens as I rub her breasts.
Just a little dip with my toe.
However, one touch leads to passionate kissing which leads to her leading me by the hand into the pond.
We dive in, exploring each other’s pussies. Strumming. Fingering. Then, tribbing. Oh my, her clit touching mine.
As I moan, she purrs, “A woman knows what a woman likes.”
Whirring noises interrupt our sex. Looking up, we spy drones hovering.
“Damn! The penises found us!”
