The hot sun beat down on her back as Liv kneeled in her garden. She used her fingertips to gently tease apart the root system of two marigolds growing together to closely, competing for resources: sunlight from above, nutrients from the soil below. A trickle of sweat dripped between her freely swinging breasts, and the light breeze tickled the back of her neck. She transplanted the marigolds an appropriate distance from one another: now they would each have room to grow and flower while protecting her tomatoes and peppers from pests.
She sat back on her heels, admiring her work. The garden beds looked wild, but they were the culmination of two years of trial and error, sweat and passion; a true labor of love. The time she had spent building fertile soil was worth it, as now her vegetable plants vined and flowered vigorously and would soon bear fruit.
A movement caught her eye, and she turned to find Jackson leaning against the fence, watching her. He had that look in his eye and a smirk on his face. Liv smiled widely—and felt a rush of warm energy between her legs. Her nipples stiffened as she went to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Hey, babygirl,” Jackson said, beaming back at her. They kissed deeply, Jackson pressing his hips into Liv’s and making his intentions known. He was rock solid, and Liv knew she couldn’t deny him. She dropped to her knees and pulled his pants and boxer briefs low enough to let his massive cock spring free. She gently licked the tip, teasing him, before taking his entire length into her mouth, deepthroating him, her lips closed around his girth.
Jackson relentlessly fucked her mouth, and Liv grew wetter with each thrust. She could feel her heart beating in her pussy and knew she couldn’t take much more without a release, so she shifted her right heel into her crotch and rocked back and forth, her panties slippery against her cunt. Just as she was building to her own secret climax, Jackson moaned and shuddered and she felt his hot, salty seed spurt into the back of her throat. She finished him off, taking all of him, reveling in his pleasure.
Jackson sank to his knees in front of her and kissed her, tasting the remnants of his cum on her lips and tongue. “Your turn, babygirl,” he whispered in her ear, and laid her down on the soft clover. He unzipped her little cutoff shorts, pulling them down to her ankles. Jackson bent over her, taking one nipple in his mouth as his fingers massaged her vulva. He felt how wet she was and chuckled. Oh, how she loved sucking his cock! With three fingers stroking her g-spot, his palm massaging her clit, and his mouth on her nipple, she came hard—once, twice, three times. “Stop, please Daddy!” she squealed, bucking her hips against his hand. “I will, babygirl, but you’re going to have to let go of me,” Jackson smiled. Oh—her pussy was clenched onto Jackson’s hand. She tried to relax, and he drew his hand out of her, bringing his fingers to her lips for her to taste. She suckled his fingers, tasting her own salty wetness. “You want more?” Jackson asked. Liv nodded silently. “Turn over.”
Jackson, erect again after a few minutes pleasuring Liv, entered her from behind, thrusting deeply, just the way she liked it. Liv arched her back and sank her ass back against Jackson’s hips. She could feel another orgasm building, deeper in her belly this time. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Yes, Daddy!” He froze, the tip of his cock pressing on her cervix. “Not yet, babygirl,” he teased, and slowly withdrew his length, pausing before slowly, torturously sinking back into her. Another pause, another slow withdraw, another thrust. Liv was losing her mind with pleasure, feeling every inch, wanting a release so badly but also not wanting this to end, ever. Jackson kept fucking her slowly, every move measured and controlled. Finally, she felt his rhythm shift ever so slightly and knew he was again close to orgasm—which meant he would let her cum, too. He groaned as he thrust suddenly into her, grabbing her hips and pulling her deeper onto him. Liv felt the heat in her belly spread up her chest and into her neck and face as she came, crying out to the poppies and coneflowers. The shockwaves spread through her body as Jackson climaxed, this time cumming deep in her pussy, hot and waiting to welcome him.
They cuddled after, wrapped in each other’s sweaty bodies, lying on the clover behind the screen of tomato plants. Liv stared at the blue sky overhead, watching hawks pass over them as time stood still. Jackson fell asleep, his arms wrapped around Liv, protecting her.
Liv felt a slight breeze on her bare tummy and realized the air had shifted; it was almost imperceptibly cooler outside. Liv glanced at her watch. “Oh, shit!” she said. Jackson started from sleep. “What?”
“I need to be at Ben’s in 30 minutes,” Liv said, scrambling up from the ground. Her ass was stained with clover, and she was sure she was absolutely covered in soil. Oh well—Ben would have to be okay with it, because she simply didn’t have time to shower.
(to be continued…)
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