With tentative fingers the girl reached out to gently graze his sensitive skin. He sharply inhaled at the touch, his heart throbbing so loud that all other sounds were muffled. His eyes focused on her sharp face. She was no great beauty, her front two teeth crooked and showing through lips that were perpetually parted. Her skin was tanned, sun-burnt to the point of resembling rough leather. Those aforementioned lips however, were full and glistening as she ran her tongue slowly across their cracked and split surface. He could look away from her rugged appearance, but why would he. She was beautiful at this moment and demanded his attention. He was young and inexperienced, she was older and well-traveled. He was besmitten by those lips.
He took another sharp intake of breath as her hand closed around his excitement. They stood close, facing each other, eyes exploring bodies that had shed the layers of dirty garments they wore. He did look, his eyes did wander, across her small breasts, her thin stomach, deprived of enough meals that her ribs shone. He looked at her lips. So plump under their cracks. So warm and inviting. Calling to him like the a siren. What doom would befall him, he wondered.
She advanced on him. She shoved him, not loosening her now tight grip on him. He shuddered. He liked her forcefulness, her determination and wanting. Her shove didn't move him, as much as excite him. He was larger then she, but only just. His own ribs shown. He chose to fall back at her aggression, submit to her desire. And so he did, his skin tickled by the grass, such a rare luxury this grass that they had found. He let out a sigh as it tall sharp blades held him. She followed him down falling onto him with her slight weight, it still hurt though, as his frame was as nearly wasted away as hers. She refused to release her grip as they fell. She had him ensnared.
He was filled with delight as her rough skin and bones pressed into him, the added heat of her an uncommon experience to him. It was always cold, in this place. But today was special though, the place they found, secluded and pure, the green grass amongst some trees. A spot, secret. Like her lips. What secrets did they hide?
She half lay atop him, now slowly moving her hand along his length. He gasped again as her soft wet lips met his chest, leaving a sudden cold spot amongst their heat in its wake. She trailed kisses across his chest until she latched onto his nipple. He tried to stifle his noise of pleasure this time, and failed. His hands roved on her skin, the sound like sandpaper as his callused palms roved across her skin. pulling her closer with his need.
"No," a rough voice from the beautiful lips spoke, and he listened. His hands pulling from her delicate body and instead grabbed handfuls of the sharp grass at his sides. As she stroked him, her hand working his manhood to a throbbing hardness, she kissed his chest and his neck, teasing him with those lips. He throttled the grass with his grip as she shifted straddled him. Never stopping her hand. Those delicious lips, pouty and full, twitched upward into a smirk.
"Good boy," she said as she positioned herself. "Good boy," she said again as she slowly fell. Her hand was free, but she still gripped him. Her hot wet insides burning his dick as he grunted in pleasure. His hands came up to grip her hips, but she knocked them away.
