Let's take it outside

Melon likes it out here. Trees. Wind. Room to move. Anthony knows the spot. She strips slow, letting the cool air hit her skin, and her nipples tighten fast. The breeze slides between her legs and she feels herself getting slick. When she spreads out on the grass, her black hair fans around her face and her body opens for him. She takes him in her mouth first. Deep, steady, tongue working the underside while she looks up at him. Anthony lets her set the pace, hips rolling into her throat. She pulls off just long enough to catch her breath, spit stringing from her lips, then goes back down again. When he finally pushes inside her, the air carries every sound. Wet skin. Breathy moans. The slap of his hips against her ass. She takes every thrust, heels digging into the dirt, nails raking his back. Her cunt grips him hard, pulling him deeper, and she doesn’t let up until his rhythm breaks. Anthony pulls out at the last second. Thick ropes stripe her face, landing across her lips, her cheek, her lashes. She smiles through it, tongue flicking out to taste what he gave her.