She needed more, much more as she straddled her lover as they lay in the poppy field.

Kissing him, she undid his jeans, exposing his cock.

He pulled her red dress up as she pulled his jeans down.

She rubbed her wet pussy along his shaft as he lowered her top exposing her firm breasts.

Her thumb circled the head as she ground her pussy along the rest of his now rigid length.

She lifted and impaled herself on his rampant cock, groaning loudly.

They both glanced at the lonely typewriter beside them as she giggled "You feeling inspired yet?"