Garden bench: pussy owns his cock as mine throbs

The afternoon sun filters through the rose bushes, my white dress discarded in a heap nearby, leaving me completely nude except for my gold choker hugging my throat like a promise of submission. I've lured him here to our secret garden spot, my body aching with need after teasing him all morning; now, on the wooden bench, I straddle him in reverse cowgirl, legs spread wide as I guide his thick cock into my dripping pussy, my own hard futanari shaft bouncing free between my thighs. I sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch, my breasts parting with each needy rock of my hips. The outdoor air kisses my skin as I grind deeper, owned by the rhythm, whimpering for more while my testicles slap against him, the roses witnessing my desperate ride until I clench and cum hard, soaking us both.