Vineyard blowjob craving hits after grape picking

Out here in the vineyard, the sun warming my bare skin, I couldn't hold back anymore. We'd just plucked those ripe grapes from the vines, their juicy sweetness on my tongue, but tasting him became my craving. Kneeling by the old wooden table, completely nude and exposed to the breeze, I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, my tongue swirling hungrily over the tip and down to his balls. The need hit me hard—why wait when the fresh air makes me so wet and desperate? As I sucked deeper, saliva dripping onto the cluster of grapes beside us, I moaned softly, my body aching for more. His hand guided me, but I owned this moment, bobbing eagerly, feeling him throb against my tongue. The outdoor thrill made me addicted instantly, my pussy clenching with every lick, begging for what's next in this fruity paradise.