Her head was low to the ground, cheek pressed to the ground, knuckles white as her fingers gouged deep furrows in the dirt. She could feel herself starting to lose control, sliding into a state of wild, heated lust. xnx The fingers were spread wide as they moved over the smooth plane of her body, and wherever it touched she felt a tiny, hot thrill. She could feel something building up inside of her, a wave preparing to break, a force threatening to overflow. The trees were thinning up ahead, the grass was taller and dotted with clover, and as the moonlight broke through the clouds she finally saw what she was running toward. She ached for it harder than ever. When she moaned it was a growl, and her body heaved, breath panting raw in her throat.
