We would often end up in the throes of passion somewhere out there in the darkness because we could barely ever keep our hands off of one another.I knew of a terrace out in the woods up on a mountain just a short distance outside of the city and asked if she wanted to go find it.She had later stripped for me as I laid on the sleeping bag in a field, making her heaving breasts drop and sway as she removed her dress and making my cock stiffen and swell against my stomach.
We talked about Go Sailor and punk made by girls as we shared music on the ride, but I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her naked.
We left our clothes in a pile beside the car and, throwing the blanket around us like a giant cloak, led her up the path to the terraces with my chest firm against her tattooed shoulderblades and my erect cock lazily spanking her from side to side as we walked together.
I didn’t mind walking barefoot as the path was covered in soft pine needles.
Her deadly wide smile threatened to kill me until she kissed me with her tumescent bottom lip, squeezing her breasts against my chest.
The smell of the honey-based product she used to tame her thick curly hair was intoxicating.