NO LYING BACK

There's no lying back and thinking of England with this girl;
She reaches forward over the kitchen table to embrace the Heaven she knows she will reach when he:

Stands naked behind her bare upturned ass and upright legs
Puts a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing the generous pads of flesh
Then slides his palms away from himself, massages her smooth back in circling patterns from the small to the shoulders
Leans over, his haired chest meeting her back, to take her free hanging breasts into his hands
Kneads the flesh of her breasts simultaneously, working from her nipples out, taking time to rub a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, getting it hard
Nuzzles, kisses and nibbles upon the back of her neck and shoulders
Moves his hands back from her breasts, down her belly, stopping to caress round her navel, then carry on down to the bikini line
Strokes and gently pinches her clitoris, getting that hard too, mirroring the hardness of his manliness (right now against her rear cheeks)
Then strokes her wettening pussy lips, as she savours the feel of his work worn finger skin at her tenderest place
In response to the increased pace and loudness of her responsive breaths and the rocking of her hips he readies his tip and slowly, surely, moves it, doggy manner, through her wet lower lips into the core, drawing forth more breaths
Adjusts his hands so one clamps a hip towards himself and the other moves up to caress her front again
Then, with the rhythm of a puffing steam train, he moves himself back and forth, in and out, making her walls eager to retain his presence with their insistent rhythmic contractions
Then brings the hand that has been caressing her front back to her other hip, enabling him to lift her hips so she can twine her legs behind his back
Then, he continues the back and forth rock while she is propped on her hands on the kitchen table, the shadows on the wall looking like he is pushing a barrow, until the mutual explosion of fluids brings on the delightful sticky, drippy Seventh Heaven.