The sun was warm on her back, the scent of the poppies heady and strong. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to commit the smell to her memory.

The cock inside her was big and hard. The hands holding her hips strong and rough, the fingers calloused. She let out a low moan as he thrust deep.

He arched his hips and drove himself deeper, closing his eyes against the sun. She saw a fat bumblebee buzzing hurriedly, trying to find just the right flower in this field of crimson. As the bee landed, she felt him cum inside her.