We had come to this field of poppies to work on our story.
As I typed, she began to play instead.
Lowering her dress to be on display, I couldn’t help but notice as she played.
I tried to type but she had other ideas. It wasn’t long before she straddled my legs.
I could see in her eyes what was on her mind. She reached for my zipper and released me to play.
She stroked until hard before shifting to take me. She slid down my shaft to my delight.
All thoughts of work passed right out of mind.
