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We spread the blanket in a hidden meadow. You’re in that sundress, nothing underneath. Wine. Strawberries. Your thighs part the second I touch you. Twenty slow minutes of my fingers inside you, your h

We spread the blanket in a hidden meadow. You’re in that sundress, nothing underneath. Wine. Strawberries. Your thighs part the second I touch you. Twenty slow minutes of my fingers inside you, your hips grinding, cicadas drowning out every moan. Then you drag me down, legs locked around me, eyes wide with that delicious little panic. I pin you to the grass and thrust deep, hard, the risk of being caught making you clench tighter. You come biting my shoulder to stay quiet. I flip you over, take you again from behind, sundress bunched at your waist, until we’re both wrecked and the blanket’s soaked with us. No one ever came. But we still checked the tree line every time you screamed