Poppy fields stretched across the landscape, towards the horizon. Two lovers in a passionate embrace laid on the ground, surrounded by a sea of poppies.
His lover’s legs spread wide, there was one flower he wanted to taste. With his tongue, he drew forth her nectar. A gush of sweetness came from her lips; he lapped every drop.
“Please fuck me,” she moaned out loud.
Her lover rolled over, and she straddled his waist, she slipped and impaled herself on his cock.
With a crimson sunset over the horizon, they made heated and passionate love in the sea of red.
