They were completely alone. She felt the grass beneath her, saw the blue sky above her and heard the river next to her. Consumed by passion she didn't care for the time, she didn't care if she got in more trouble. Nothing but that moment mattered to her.
She was being burned alive by passion. His hands on her body made her tremble. The cold air made her shiver as the winter air touched exposed skin. She didn't want him to, but her lips were repeating, over and over, stop. Her voice was almost a whisper as he touched her in all the right ways, but in the quiet he heard her. He kissed her and moved slowly on top of her. Trembling she wrapped her arms around him. She pulled on his hair as she felt pleasure rush through her.
Lost within the heat of their bodies and touching organs, they heard something. A dog barking. Soon, the reality of where they were began to rush back. In a secluded part a park. She quickly began to redress, wondering when certain pieces of clothing came off.
She kissed him as her bus came. She let her lips linger a while longer, hoping he would take her home with him and have his way with her. She wanted more of him.
She laid down to sleep wishing he was there next to her, to hold her in passion as the night passed...
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