Sitting in Flanders fields, Maria begins reading from Im Westen nichts Neues. Hearing her voice sets my heart aflutter. One-hundred years ago, both of us had lost relatives here, dying on opposite sides of a fruitless war.
She catches my stare and the book falls in our embrace. Her electrifying kisses set the inevitable in motion. Time stops while love grows. Raising her skirt, she lowers her pussy onto my cock. Two gasps are heard as her virginity is given.
Rolling-off me, her blood, mixed with both our juices, drips from her thigh onto the hallowed blood-stained field below.
