Greenhouse spread: she takes him deep post-pruning

In the humid embrace of the abandoned greenhouse, sunlight filters through cracked glass, casting dappled shadows over her lithe form. She's just finished pruning the wild vines, her white shirt clinging damply to small breasts, when desire overtakes her. Bottomless now, legs spread wide on the worn couch, she pulls him close, guiding his cock into her wet folds framed by soft pubic hair. The air thick with earthy scents, she gasps softly as he sinks deep in missionary, her body yielding to the rhythm. Her eyes flutter shut in the moody light, lips parted in a silent moan, as his hands grip her thighs, spreading her further. The sheer fabric of her shirt teases glimpses of hardened nipples while he thrusts steadily, her hips rocking up to meet him, clenching around his length in the intimate haze of green.