You go for it.

Without hesitation you pull the girl to you, devouring her soft mouth as she moans softly, her tongue flickering and hot. Is every girl at Pink Rose in heat you wonder, as you grab her ass and squeeze her cheeks through the fabric of her pleated skirt.

"Mmmm....they're right..." Margot murmurs, breaking the kiss and nuzzling your neck. "About this place...so gritty...but so exciting...Oh God Mr. Carter...I'm so wet for you..."

You lift her skirt and squeeze her sleek flesh, pulling her tight against your raging cock that throbs in your pants. She writhes and grinds against you, biting at your ear as her hands clutch at your back.

"Take me Mr. Carter...take me out here like a garden slut...I want this fat cock inside me....Oh God Mr. Carter I'm on fire....hurry...oh God Hurry!" Her hands are between you, fumbling with your belt and trying to release your rampant cock. Your urgent hands help her, pulling your turgid shaft free.

She gives a breathy giggle as she takes you in one hand, squeezing and stroking, rubbing her thumb over the straining head of your cock. You push her back against a stack of sacks of fertiliser, pressing between her legs and groping for her thong. She helps you, pulling it to one side and guiding your meat between her hot flowering folds.

"I need it...I need it so bad...fuck me Mr. Carter...fuck me like a bitch...take me...."