Sleeping nude in a poppy field does strange things to you.
She moves and I wake, one eye watching her naked form beside me, her nipples sharply outlined in the bright sun.
She thinks I sleep.
She is so beautiful as she touches herself, gently, quietly, but sees I am awake.
Lowering herself onto my arousal and facing away, she rises and falls, the drug that surrounds us putting us in another world.
I sense her orgasm; we cum together as I fill her with future hope.
Is it a whisper or the wind? Oh fuck, she said his name.
