Hang out with her anyways

The book the blonde was reading was some 1800s romance novel that I never heard of before. I promptly chucked the book into bushes. The blonde still sat with long sun-browned legs crossed with hands still on her lap as if the book was still there. She dressed in a straw fedora, a white knit sweater and short-shorts khaki shorts while a pair of white sneakers completed her emseble.

I took her fedora off and placed atop my own head before I stood her up and and removed he sweater to reveal a white tank-top under. The sweater was tossed aside before I stripped off the tank uncovering lovely breasts hidden under a simple white bra. I traced the bra with my fingers before running my hand between her lovely breasts. I was getting a bit hard. Kneeling I open her shorts and pulled them south. The blonde for her part just wobbled stiffly in reply. The shorts were sitting at her ankles as started to work her pink panties down her hips, uncovering a clean shaven snatch that I could not help but eat out.

Feeling rock hard now, I roughly stripped her naked the rest of the way and laid her out in the park bench. I undressed myself before I mounted her...