She turns her head to look behind her, not to urge him to push harder but to watch the rusty face give up the playful smile it plays flesh to flesh starts with eye to eye until the hungry lips too unify and the hands go on to explore hers unzips the trousers’ door and his bravely lift up her skirt to find the cotton-winged bird to pull it down with glee and finger out the hidden mystery. then she goes down on all fours te...