A young womoan, of medium height, with her black hair flowing to the middle of her back in loose waves, and her curvy, supple flesh tenderly but firmly held in a black, flowing, practical dress, approaches the guard at the village's orchard's gate with a wicker basket in her hand. "Good sir, why wait in the shade when you could heat yourself in the glorious sunlight?"
A trist with the guard at the gate to the apple orchard
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Thank you darlin I think I will. Lead the way. I look at her fulsome body swing n sway in front of me. Is she wriggling that beautiful ass for my benefit or is it my imagination?
She rests up by one of the trees and turns to me. I notice her breasts are free in that lovely dress. Her nipples poking in my direction. Oh, the thought of sucking them is making my cock spring up in my pants. Does she notice I wonder?
She rests up by one of the trees and turns to me. I notice her breasts are free in that lovely dress. Her nipples poking in my direction. Oh, the thought of sucking them is making my cock spring up in my pants. Does she notice I wonder?