As I stroked into her I could feel something touching my balls everytime I pulled out. It was her idea to fuck in this field.
The flowers were tall enough to hide us from view. I agreed because I was horny.
It was still touching me with every stroke. It added to my pleasure as we fucked.
‘Harder.’
I complied, heading to my own release.
‘Oh fuuuck,’ she sighed beneath me, squeezing my orgasm forth with her pussy.
Pulling out I saw the poppy that was tickling me.
Life is good, I thought, not a bed of roses, thank fuck.