Day out

Liz and I took a ride that was all ours. We climbed onto a two-seat bike and pedaled slowly through green paths, the wind lifting her short black hair across bare shoulders. Every few turns she leaned back so I could see her heavy breasts sway beneath a thin top, nipples pressing hard against the fabric. Between rides we shared warm corn and pulled apart pink tufts of cotton candy, letting the sticky sugar melt on our tongues while we laughed and kissed. Later the park emptied. She pulled her shirt up and I took one full breast in my mouth, sucking until she moaned. Her fingers found my shorts, freed my cock, and she stroked it in long, slow pulls. We didn’t stop. I bent her over the picnic table, pushed inside her tight, wet heat, and fucked her until she came shaking against the wood. Every slick, hungry thrust was filmed, every drop of sweat caught on camera. Come watch us finish what we started that day.