The Color of Lust

"What's the color of the leaves?" she asks, her voice a husky whisper, as he pushes her against the old oak tree. "Red," he growls, "like your pussy, wet and ready for me." She gasps as he lifts her skirt, tearing her panties aside to reveal her glistening cunt. He sinks two fingers deep inside, curling them upwards, finding her G-spot. She moans, her legs trembling, as he pumps his hand, his thumb circling her clit. "Now," she pants, "fuck me now." He unzips his jeans, his cock springing free, and in one swift motion, he's inside her, fucking her against the tree, their bodies slapping together, leaves raining down around them.

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