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You moan into her mouth, her fingers leaving trails of lighting across the sensitive folds of your sex. The thrill of doing this in public only adding to the pleasure as you break the kiss.

You both come away from the kiss panting, bodies pressed together, your fingers finally slide into the thin material of her panties. Sliding over her smooth skin you cup her ample buttocks you give them a hard squeeze, getting a finger pressed into your opening in return.

Slowly, never breaking eye contact, you both begin to drift backwards off of the path and onto the soft grass. As you move she draws her hand away from your sex, you watch as she slides the glistening ebony of her fingers into her mouth. She leaves her mouth open, showing you her tongue as it slides over her fingers, the motion filled with promise.

“You’re clean?” She asks with open surprise after pulling her fingers from her mouth.

It takes you a moment to realise what she means by the question, it must be strange to see a woman dressed like you, or not as the case is, without at least one load of cum in her cunt.

“I jogged to the park,” you say, the excuse sounding lame in your ears.

“I know how it can be,” she continued as you finally got far enough onto the grass.

You watched with open lust as she lay herself down on the grass, her muscles rippling under her skin in a nearly hypnotic fashion. You follow her down on to the grass, your heart pounding as she tosses her bra to the side. For what little it covered it still somehow feel a thrill as it is cast aside, the dark peaks of her nipples seeming to beg to be kissed and fondled.

You are more than happy to oblige them, cupping her ample breasts you describe tight circles around her nipple. The taste of her, the slight salt of sweat and some kind of fruity body wash, is intoxicating. Drawing her nipple into your mouth grants you a gasp of pleasure from above.

All the while you can feel her hands exploring your body, as your backpack is slipped off your shoulders and placed to the side. Her hands slide across your back, dipping between your buttocks to tease at the petals of your sex again.

The urge to taste her more, to taste the sweet dark fruit between her legs, becomes overwhelming. Leaving her nipple bear you begin to kiss a trail down her stomach, darting your tongue out to tickle circles on her smooth flesh as you go.

“I should tell you,” she says from above you, her voice heavy with lust. “I didn’t make it to the park unscathed.”

As you hook your fingers into the sides of her panties and begin to pull them down you think about what she mean. Despite the fact that she said it like she was telling you about spilling coffee on herself you are hardly surprised by what you see as you pull her panties away.

The thin fabric of her panties, having already ridden up between the carefully waxed folds of her sex, comes sliding back out. Long strings of what is unmistakable semen coming with them. You pull her panties down the rest of the way, tossing them away, her legs falling open beneath you.

You can’t help but lick you lips as you slide forward between her legs, the contrast of her dark skin against the delicate pink of her inner folds all combined with the sheen of arousal and seed. The smell of her fills your nose, a complicated scent that seems to find a straight line from your nose to your crotch. The urge to play with yourself becomes nearly overwhelming as you wrap your hands around her hips.

Pulling her towards you you let your tongue slide out of your mouth, the motion of her sliding towards you drawing the tip of your tongue along her sex, ending on her clit. The taste is intense, a complex mix of her own strong flavour mixing with the unmistakable tang of a man. The reaction from her is nearly as strong, her back arching as she lets out a tiny yelp of surprised pleasure, clearly her clit is a button to be gently pressed and not hammered.

“Just how badly scathed did you get on the way here?” You ask, suddenly wanting to know what to expect as you blow across her sex.

“Oh just my neighbour,” she pants in reply. “He only asked because he had been house bound lately. I felt bad for him, you know?”

“Sure,” you reply. Somewhat glad that it won’t be too full.

With that out of the way you let your mouth dip down again, this time you drop your tongue just below and to the left of her opening. Pressing it flat you take a long lick upward, running just beside her sex but not quite touching it. The motion drawing a groan of frustrated pleasure from her.

Something about the way that she writhes and moans under you makes you want to tease her more. Switching to the other side you repeat the motion before moving upward to plant hard kisses on her mons. Each of these actions drawing new and interesting sounds from the dark beauty.

You try to tease her more but find the urge to dip your tongue into her honey pot and truy taste her becomes overwhelming. Slowly you place your mouth on her sex, letting your tongue spread her lips.

As your tongue pushes deeper you feel her muscles tense under your hands, the reflex pushes a goblet of what could only be semen onto your tongue. You lap it up, the taste bringing back memories of wild nights in your world. Although nothing was ever quite as wild as this.

You can’t help but picture the sight the pair of you must make, with your pale and bare ass sticking up in the air whilst your head is buried in the crotch of a writhing, moaning beauty. The image is enough to give you a new thrill as you start to dive your tongue deep inside of her. You want everyone to stop and watch the pair of you, the idea sending your heart into overdrive.

Your attacks are unrelenting, one hand sliding over to tease at her sensitive button, brushing against it but never pulling pressing it. That, in concert with the slow circles you you carve with your tongue in her sensitive tunnel, drives her over the edge just before your tongue begins to cramp.

_If there is anyone around who hadn’t noticed us before they sure as hell have now. _You think to yourself as you feel her hands clamped on to your head. Pulling you nearly painfully into her sex as every muscle in her body seems to tense up.

The sound that comes out of her throat is like the roar of some great beast as it brings down its prey. The sound draws out, becoming shaky as shivers of pleasure bounce up and down her body in waves, until finally it fades into a low moan.

Slowly, not wanting to let go of the moment, you climb up her body. Your mouth finding hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. You dip your tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of herself before letting her breath again.

She tries to speak, her eyes filled with something you cannot place, but the words seem to fail her.

You don’t care, laying your head down on her shoulder you just let yourself enjoy the feeling of her body underneath you. The deep and even sound of her breathing and the warmth of her skin.

For a moment, neither of you want for anything.