Sweet Ginn In December

Her dark curly hair, and wild look in her eye's.
I could feel the craziness just brewing inside.
Her sweet smell of sunflowers on a cold December day.
And that sparkling twinkle that projected from her eyes.
I could see she wanted to play.
Into the graveyard we went as my eyes watched her perfect round ass.
The way she moved and twisted it I knew she needed to be bread.
She unbottons her coat and takes it off and lays it over a head stone.
Next comes her shirt and off with her jeans.
She begins to undress me as our tongues enter lock and before I know it her hands wrapped around
My cock.
I pick her up and sit her on her coat as she slides me inside her hot tight hole.
So wet and creamy, as I push deep inside she opens her legs even more
So I can go even farther inside.
I run my hand up her back and take a hand full of hair and i pull her head back.
She moves her hips with each trust that I take she moans and she screams out my name.
This was the moment I knew I would never look at December the same.