Just watching her enjoy herself without any sense of shame, any attempt at propriety and concealment is sending you careening toward that glorious edge, pressure building in your groin and clenching at your balls. There's an open adoration and pleasure in your face as the woman kicks the pace up higher, causing you to groan again, head briefly falling back.
Not for long, because you couldn't keep your eyes off of her if you wanted to. She's glorious, this woodland woman who's fallen - quite literally - into your lap. You rise to meet her at each crest, your hand cupping her hip to draw her nearer, riding alongside her to that glorious moment of blissful completion. Again your body nears hers, pulling her to you, her breasts on your chest and your face a mask of lustful mischief as you buck up into her, hard, and growl, "Then why don't you fuckin' cum for me, Vai?"
Give you another five seconds of this and you'll happily do the same for her.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
