Thirty minutes but we would make the most of it.

Walking through the poppy field toward her, she set the typewriter aside and pulled down the front of her dress.

Pushing me to the ground, hands frantically yanking my zipper down.

No time for kisses. No time for foreplay. Just enough time for down and dirty fucking, get your rocks off.

Pulling her dress to her waist, she straddled me and sunk her wet dripping pussy down on my hard cock.

Within minutes, we both came hard.

Looking at her watch, she smiled saying, "Five minutes to spare.  New record."