The sun feels so warm and good. And the grass, the sun-warmed grass, on my skin, on my ass. And he’s in me now. In me so good and deep, and he feels so good. He’s so strong, so gentle. He cares for me. Like God. He even looks like little girls think God looks like, with his long white hair, his beard, his powerful, perfect body. Fucking me. Fucking me so good. Oh God, he’s going to make me come. I never come this quickly. But I’m ... Oh God. Oh God. Oh. Oh. Oh.

The water is so still. So calm. Calm and calming. It’s cool and quiet. So soothing. Lapping my labia. Soothing my cunt.

I’m calm now. Now that my wanton cunt has crushed the oaken crust of his cock to nothing but warm cum.

Hee hee, I feel so silly, so naughty and silly. His body lies sprawled on the spit of sand, soggy and spent as a rain-soaked blanket. His seed flows from my center like a wily school of schoolboy fish.

My cheek skin still burns with the fever of orgasm—on and on it went until I knew I’d drown in the ecstasy.

My feet sink into the soft silt of bottom mud. Soon I’ll dunk myself. Submerged, I’ll be me again.

Ready for fresh love. Yeah, I need him now. In me. In me deep and strong. Fucking me.

But I’ve turned the tables. I’m fucking him. Riding him so hard and good. Driving myself down onto his hard cock. Again. Again. Again and again. And he lifts me up. He’s so strong. So good. So powerfully good. Oh, God, he’s going to make me come again. Oh yeah. Oh yes. Oh.

That was ... That was ... Unbelievable. The only thing—he wasn’t quite real. Not really real, you know? Like too good to be true.

Does it come in blue?