Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.
She loves it. I love her. I want her.
I took her here. Our first time. She’s never done it.
We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect. For her.
Seductive words. Ardent whispering. Fingers exploring. Sensual touches.
Rock-solid erection. Drenched entrance.
I need her. Can’t go fast enough… Patience! Go slow. Her pace. She’s in charge.
She said she wanted me; I be her first. Deep breath. Brace myself.
“Please go slow. My first time too,” I plead.
Devilish smirk. She fastens the strap-on.
