She knew what I desired as her yoga pants stretched snugly against her thighs a silent invitation.
The forest offered the perfect secluded stage for the upcoming desire.
Her caress was electric as she started a tantalizing thigh job.
Soon the fabric were stained with my shared pleasure.
Every thrust brought us closer to the brink.
The climax erupted leaving her tummy slick and shining.
We weren't alone though a voyeur had been observing.
His presence only heightened the thrill.
She grinded her perfect booty until the load came onto our clothes.
The sight was captivating.
Her leggings a canvas of our wild abandon.
A pure divine being in her element.
The image of her leather leggings and the thigh action was etched into my mind.
It was a taboo fantasy come true.
Her giant ass in yoga pants offered an epic thigh job.
Each motion a symphony of bodies.
No language were required only the whisper of our labored breathing.
The cumshot on her leggings in the forest was a wild memory.
A experience of raw desire.
