Point of view: Victoria
I was so happy when I got off work early
Amateur. Glistening oil was leaking out of her and running down the back of her thighs.
. But today it was different and excitement prevented her from concentrating on anything. The girls could smell the scent of the dawn of spring coming from outside:
She could feel blossoming flowers pollinated into fruits as she caressed her breasts, arching her back forward, spreading her legs wide, tense;
She could feel fruitful fields softened by dew, plowed and sowed by the strong oxen, as her gentle fingers traced her body down to her glistening sex;
She could feel a rutting stallion mounting his mare in heat… the same heat she felt spreading between her smooth thighs, as she fondled her damp clitoris, whimpering, desperate to cling to a real man, aching to fulfill the call of nature
Point of view: Victoria
I was so happy when I got off work early
Amateur. Glistening oil was leaking out of her and running down the back of her thighs.
. But today it was different and excitement prevented her from concentrating on anything. The girls could smell the scent of the dawn of spring coming from outside:
She could feel blossoming flowers pollinated into fruits as she caressed her breasts, arching her back forward, spreading her legs wide, tense;
She could feel fruitful fields softened by dew, plowed and sowed by the strong oxen, as her gentle fingers traced her body down to her glistening sex;
She could feel a rutting stallion mounting his mare in heat… the same heat she felt spreading between her smooth thighs, as she fondled her damp clitoris, whimpering, desperate to cling to a real man, aching to fulfill the call of nature
Point of view: Victoria
I was so happy when I got off work early
Amateur. Glistening oil was leaking out of her and running down the back of her thighs.
. But today it was different and excitement prevented her from concentrating on anything. The girls could smell the scent of the dawn of spring coming from outside:
She could feel blossoming flowers pollinated into fruits as she caressed her breasts, arching her back forward, spreading her legs wide, tense;
She could feel fruitful fields softened by dew, plowed and sowed by the strong oxen, as her gentle fingers traced her body down to her glistening sex;
She could feel a rutting stallion mounting his mare in heat… the same heat she felt spreading between her smooth thighs, as she fondled her damp clitoris, whimpering, desperate to cling to a real man, aching to fulfill the call of nature
