Dirty picnic! He takes a nap and I finger my tight pussy

Title: “Dirty Picnic: She Naps, He Playing with Her Pussy”

Beneath the warm afternoon sun, Leonie and her boyfriend settled down for a peaceful picnic on a lush green field. They had picked a secluded spot, hidden from the public eye by a cluster of whispering trees and swaying golden grass. It was the perfect, tranquil setting for a romantic outing.

Leonie reclined on a plush blanket, her golden hair splayed out like a halo around her head. The sun dappled her creamy skin, making it glow. Her boyfriend, in a rare moment of stillness for him, gazed tenderly at his girlfriend as she drifted off to sleep.

He reached out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of her cheek, the bridge of her nose, the plumpness of her lips. She stirred slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, but remained fast asleep.

Emboldened, his hand trailed lower, caressing the slender column of her neck, the dip in her collarbone. Leonie’s chest rose and fell with each steady breath. She was putty in his hands, vulnerable and trusting. His pulse quickened.

His fingertips skimmed lower, over the swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach. She wore a simple sundress, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease. He couldn’t resist the temptation to dip his hand inside, to feel the warm satin of her skin.

Slowly, slowly, he eased his hand up her thigh, marveling at the smoothness, the perfectness of her. Higher and higher, until he found the edge of her panties. He paused there, heart hammering, savoring the moment before the plunge.

With a gentle press of his fingers, he eased the cotton fabric aside. His breath caught as his fingers met slick, scorching heat. Leonie’s pussy was so wet, so ready for him. He stroked through the wetness, feeling her twitch and quiver at his touch even in her slumber.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. His cock was rock hard now, straining against the confines of his jeans. But this wasn’t about him, not yet. This was about Leonie, about bringing his beautiful, sleepy girlfriend to the height of pleasure.

Quickly, he unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. It leaped forward, bobbing eagerly in the fresh air. With one hand, he stroked the engorged length. The other hand stayed nestled between her thighs, fingers toying with her weeping opening.

He circled her clit, putting pressure on that sensitive bundle of nerves. Leonie made a small noise, but remained blissfully unaware. He took that as encouragement and slid a finger inside her tight, fluttering channel. She was so hot, so wet, so perfect. He added another finger, pumping them in time with the strokes on his own cock.

His motions grew faster, frantic. The urgency built within him, coiling in his groin like a snake ready to strike. He rubbed her clit faster, thrust his fingers deeper, harder, trying to take her over the edge with him.

Leonie’s breath hitched, her body tensing as his fingers took her higher and higher. Her thighs clenched around his hand, trapping him, urging him on. He could feel her pulsing around him, could feel her climbing, climbing.

He pushed her hard, driving into his own fist as he fucked her with his fingers. His whole body was a live wire, crackling with pleasure, screaming for release. And then it hit him like a freight train, his orgasm ripping through him in pulsing waves.

With a shuddering sigh, Leonie came on his fingers, her inner muscles clamping down, milking him. He felt her jerk and tremble, then go limp, completely satisfied. Gently, he withdrew his fingers, savoring the slick evidence of her pleasure on his skin.

For a moment, he just looked at her, this beautiful, trusting, amazing woman. His heart swelled with love and awe. Then, with a satisfied grin, he picked up his camera and snapped a shot of his girlfriend, oblivious and luscious, surrounded by the remains of their picnic.

It was a memory he would treasure forever – Leonie, the golden girl, napping under the sun while he played with her pussy. It was dirty, it was public, it was risky. And it was the hottest thing they’d ever done.