I remember her flashing a fake ID to the bartender and bragging about it. We were young and dumb.
Platinum highlights in her hair, green eyes, sun-freckled cheeks, a toned, tan beach body, a perfect pair of double Ds under a crop top, and a denim skirt leaving little to the imagination.
We stole a kiss over two shitty margaritas. Back to my place.
Her skirt and bra on the floor of the bathroom, she herself waiting on my bed in her top and thong.
Touching, kissing, tasting, our bodies in motion and sweat on our skin in the warm Florida air, her jasmine and vanilla scent more intoxicating than the cheap tequila.
Her necklace dangling between her tits as she sucked my cock, looking up at me with those green eyes, spit dripping down her chin and the butterfly charm bouncing off her chest.
“Fuck me, bad boy,” she whispered in my ear.
I answered with my hands, my fingers running over her hard nipples, slipping down her panties and between the wet lips of her shaved pussy.
Her thighs spread, my hard cock pushing inside her, her moans, my moans, the summer song of ecstasy in the night.
Her on top, fingernails sharp on the skin of my chest, riding as if it was the only way to get through the dark of the night.
Faster and faster, the heat rising to a boil, pulling her tightly to me as I came inside her. Crying out, her body pulsing in rhythm with mine as we shared the moment of climax.
We kissed in the darkness, dizzy in the afterglow. Feeling every emotion, it was summer love.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sork2x/summer_love_monthly_contest_submission_mf