The water laps against the bank of the lake. The sun streams through the branches of the trees. A beautiful setting, for such a shameful act.
My fingers dig into the earth, grappling to hold onto something, anything to stop me marking your skin. Your head is buried between my legs. A masterful and skilled tongue causing pleasure so great it’s difficult not to cry out.
You bring me to my climax; filling me with happiness.
But, it does not last. Now, we must leave our lakeside paradise and go back to our seperate lives in the real world.
