Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.

She loves it. I love her. I want her.

I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it.

We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect. For her.

Seductive words. Ardent whispering. Fingers exploring. Sensual touches.

Rock-solid erection. Drenched entrance.

I need her. Can't go fast enough... Patience! Go slow. Her pace. She's in charge.

She said she wanted me; I be her first. Deep breath. Brace myself.

“Please go slow. My first time too,” I plead.

Devilish smirk. She fastens the strap-on.