She pushed harder into the tight space between her thighs pushing apart with slender hands against her instinctual tension to keep shut, tightly shut. Tightly shut against a glistening warmth. And her thighs began to quiver. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, blonde hair tossed, sucking in a gasp. Shimmers from the copse of Yellow Lark trees looked on. Their disapproval seemed to refocus upon her rising hand inching up her silk blouse. Trembling fingers hot against the topmost clasp. She worked it undone in moments, and then the second clasp.
Her other hand held pinned between the slow rise and fall of her uppermost thighs. Her eyes blue gaze locked on to those who would watch, taking image after image of her breaking. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It’s heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across the pink hardness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still.
Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head twisted to gaze back, eyes wide at her coalescing audience, golden hair falling into her mouth, lips parted, a quiver then opened up to exhale a quiet moan.
Gasping, barely enough breath. She saw hunger, saw hypnotic lust… and then she broke. Her eyes shone a glowing pale blue, her skin grabbed at the sun and flushed completely, her hair fell flaxen gold like silk, the cloth covering what it could of her fell. She turned her back to them, nervous energy quaking. she bent forward dropping her face onto the warm grass.
On her knees, face-down she lifted herself to them all, a perfect symmetry split by a dripping, flowering pussy and above, the smaller, waiting rosebud of her ass. The pink hues were the colors of submission, and the scents were the essence of offering. she could feel them coming to her so she pushed back harder. The anticipation of every soft mouth and pulsing cock, every delicate finger and writhing tongue that would exploit every last inch of the softness she would surrender.
As she felt a shudder at the first touch of her awakened pussy, she raised her eyes. She gazed at her reflection in the stilled water, head bobbing slowly forward with the first gentle thrusting. She saw herself give a satisfied sigh before the moaning and ecstatic whimpering began to build in her core. Deeper she looked, slowly wetting her lips and opening her mouth- seeing the shadow of The Lady and the jade glow of her obelisk rising towards Amadines waiting mouth.
She would gorge on The Lady’s honey taking every last drop until her mouth dripped it around the thrusts. Wetting her completely in its sticky light. As from behind she felt her wet offerings suckled, mounted, and then filled completely she let a smile drift back to her from the water. It rose and she filled her mouth and the world turned white.
