Bridge railing fuck after romantic dinner

The misty night air on the historic bridge hummed with anticipation after their candlelit dinner. She leaned over the stone railing, the city lights twinkling below, her green skirt whispering up her thighs as she arched her back, exposing her bare ass to him. His hands gripped her firmly, pulling her close, and with a deep thrust, he entered her from behind, her soft gasp echoing softly against the water. She rocked back against him, the velvet top clinging to her curves while the skirt bunched at her waist, her body clenching around him in the cool breeze. Each push made her moan louder, her fingers digging into the railing as waves of pleasure built, the forbidden outdoor thrill making her drip and beg for more right there under the lamps.