The Beauty of Wild Flowers.

She is beautiful and determined. Her eyes linger on my body. She craves me. I am oblivious.

She makes her move. I am left in awe. Her hands so soft, her lips so plump. She strokes my breast with skilled perfection.

A wave rushes over me.
My body responds quickly. Her lips meet mine. Raw instinct takes place of my erotic confusion. Her legs are so smooth. Her flower so moist with morning dew. I put my lips to hers. Her sweet, tangy nector flows.

My tongue searches her petals like a maze. Her body twitches, her back arched. My face glistening with her morning dew. She kisses me softly and I lay back. My body tingles. My pelvis dances on her face. Something is building.

Strong waves of pleasure. My body releases like a geyser. I growel like a preditor while grabbing the sheets.

 I straddle her. As she equpits me with faux manhood, my eyes flash a sinister gaze. She lets out a frightened squeel as I turn her over. Scared she is not. Anticipation drips down her petals.

 A beast is released. Entering her vigorously, over and over. This isn't a hole of nature. Her body tries to resist. Just relax and take it in. The smell of her musk is such a delight. Her excitement bursts onto my thighs.
 
I caress her back gentally with my nails. She purrs. Her eyes look hungry for more. Have you never done this before? My body is tired I need to rest. I've released something inside her.

I awake to a wet exploration of my  petals. What have I done? I give her what she desires. Now sleep deeper than ever before. Knowing damn well where to cum for more.