Autumn woods facial drips on her glasses

Under the rustling autumn leaves, she slipped away from the crowded path with him, her heart racing from the thrill of being caught. Kneeling softly against the rough bark of a tree, she took him in her mouth, her glasses fogging slightly as she worked him with gentle, eager strokes, the forest air cool on her skin. Now, as his release spills warm across her face, she closes her eyes in quiet bliss, feeling the sticky warmth drip over her lenses and lips, her beige jacket zipped halfway, body trembling with intimate satisfaction in the golden light filtering through the branches.