Garden spread after dinner teases takes it deep

All through dinner, I whispered filthy promises in his ear, my pussy already aching for him under the table. Now, back in our lush garden bed, surrounded by whispering leaves, I've ditched every stitch except my flower crown, freckles dancing across my skin as I spread my legs wide in needy invitation. My large, veiny tits heave apart with each breath, nipples hard and begging. From this POV, you see my bushy mound part as his thick cock slides into my slick vaginal folds, stretching me just right. I gasp, owning every inch, my body clenching around him in missionary bliss, dripping wet and desperate for more. I rock my hips up, milking him deeper, moaning how I've craved this delivery all night.