I wanted to be in her novel, simple.

My button was closed, my zipper open. She liked the coldness of metal on her skin. A bent poppy flower tickled her thigh every time her hips went up. She straightened her arms and clenched the grass. Her shoulder blades popped out of her tanned back, like wings.

She squeezed hard and caught the rim of my cock with her every move, arched her back, moaned. The poppy danced quicker and quicker. I crossed my legs “Haaaa…”

She screamed, the poppy straightened.

Now, all I wanted was to just be in HER.