"Mmmm," I hear them moan.
I feel their shape through the fabric, kissing down their lips and back up to their clit. I focus intently, savoring every gasp, every moan; feeling the way their body moves with my touch. Just before I think they're about to beg, I work their briefs off. They gasp as the cool summer air kisses their skin. I bring the warmth of my tongue to their pearl and seal it with a kiss. My god, they taste of paradise. I thank the gods as their wet graces my mouth, I cannot believe I am so lucky. Their hand finds the back of my head as they guide me, I feel the urgency in their touch, they want me to move faster but I know better. Their pleasure is in my hands, and I will dance with it delicately. I bring a single finger to them, just barely pressing inside.
"Ffffuck," they moan for me. I feel as they try to draw me closer, begging to feel me inside. Their clit swells as I gently suck it, I allow another inch to enter them. The warmth of their body spreads to my hand as they grow wetter. They shift on the mattress, their back arched in pleasure. In the darkness we are alone, the only sounds that accompany us is the breath of the hillside, broken only by the soft growl of the cars in the distance, if someone were to wander but a few hundred meters into the bush, they would find us. If they did, they would see heaven. I feel them grow softer around me, begging to be filled. They grind faster against my mouth, bringing themselves closer despite my attempts to slow them. I submit, giving them the full length of my finger and working faster, lustfully, against their clit with my mouth. Their moans shoot into the night and the stars blush. I work them faster, pulsing my finger inside with tender strength. They are close. I crave their pleasure, I need it. I need to feel them release and give themself over to it. It hits them, their back arches and falls in repeated waves as the energy of their orgasm works its way through their body.
"Fuuuck, Fuuuuck," they moan. God, if anyone is walking nearby, they are sure to hear. Their moans grow softer, higher, as I continue below them. I feel the softness of their lips as I brush them with my tongue. They whimper in pleasure as small shock waves pass down their thighs; they aren't done yet. I stay with them in the valley between peaks, softly and lovingly kissing across their spot. I treat them gently as I slowly bring them across the valley to another hill. Their breath quickens as the second wave comes up on them fast, they pant as I slide my finger inside again, this time thrusting deeper. I feel my own wet drip beneath my skirt. I crave them. They explode with fire, their orgasm shaking their body uncontrolled in the night. I press myself gently into them as their breath slows, descending the steep climb. Kissing their thighs, I work my way back up. They are smiling, I cannot see it but I feel their cheeks crease as I kiss them. This night is perfect.
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