You reach down and take hold of your dick, rubbing it against my wet opening. Sliding your hands down from my full breasts, you run your fingers down the sides of my tense body to my hips, and loop your thumbs under the strap of my G-string. There is no time for relaxing however, since we could be found out by security at any moment. The smell of the wet grass mixes with the scent of the moistness that lies just below your nose. My back arches and I moan, pushing your head further down. No encouragement needed, you push past my swollen lips and my muscles start to grip you. No words are needed, you know what I want, but you’re determined to madden me with desire. Sliding your hands down from my full breasts, you run your fingers down the sides of my tense body to my hips, and loop your thumbs under the strap of my G-string.
