Antonya's Garden

Antonya steps into the garden alone. Her white dress slips off her shoulders first, letting her full breasts spill free, nipples already tight. She runs her palm across her stomach and lets the rest of the fabric drop, leaving her bare. Sunlight warms her skin while she settles onto a thick blanket laid out on the grass. One hand cups her breast, thumb stroking the stiff peak, the other slides between her parted thighs. She drags her fingers through her slick folds, spreading the wetness, then brings a slim pink toy into view. The first slow push draws a soft gasp from her lips. She works it in and out, angle changing, pace quickening, until her thighs quiver. She doesn’t stop. The toy keeps moving, deeper now, while her free hand circles her clit in tight strokes. One climax hits hard enough to curl her toes; she barely catches her breath before the next rolls through her, pussy clenching around the buzzing length. Still she keeps going, pulling another orgasm from the same wet heat, body flushed, mouth open, until she lies back, spent and glistening under the open sky.