In a romance

She sits in a pink dress and a summer hat, book open on her lap, sun warm on bare thighs. The gardener steps close. His hands, still rough from soil, slide under the hem. He pulls her forward, mouth on hers, hard and sure. She drops the book. He turns her, bends her over the bench. The dress lifts. He works her open with spit and fingers, slow at first, then deeper. She pushes back, takes him in her ass, inch by inch, breath catching. He fucks her steady. She reaches between her legs and rubs her clit until her legs shake. He grips her hips tighter and keeps going until he finishes inside her.