Just beyond earshot and streetlights we dare the world to
come watch as you shimmy your lace down.
With your hair in my hand I desperately work my zipper freeing my
hunger. Suspended in time we listen to
echoes and cracks of trees as they rush our hearts, yet we refuse to stop,
consequences be damned. You bend over as
I slide into your moisture and a soft moan escapes your lips. Voices carry in the distance as we quietly
fuck in the woods. You press into me working your hips and magic as I grunt and
keep watch.
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