Matthew’s cock strained against his jeans and stole all rational thought. Here, in the middle of this park, in front of God and the birds and who the fuck else, he was going to fuck her senseless. A haiku: I’m not outdoorsy But fucking Lynn in the park? I’m now a sportsman Lynn was practically begging to have her clothes ripped off, and he couldn’t let her down. Because, goddamn, somehow she loved him. It was enough to have him gritting his teeth while she delivered her breathy confession. Watching her tits heave and her eyes flutter and her lips, fuck, her lips purse and the way she nibbled on them while she shyly admitted she was in love with him. In love! With him! He couldn’t wait to have her on the ground so he could make love to that sweet, dirty little mouth. She was going to be his undoing forever. At this point, he didn’t give a single shit about that note anymore. Matthew’s entire vision was full of perfect tits and a tight body wound up like a violin string.
