



the water is cold, but you can’t wait to kneel in it for me, submitting to my natural power... the water flows over your calves as you lift my petite foot to your face. You kiss up the length of my arch, past my calf, sliding your hands between my legs to allow access to what you desire. Your eyes trail below the hem of my hiked up dress... I am not wearing panties, nature shall be free. You kiss with intention from my belly button downward until your hot breath is hovering over my labia (cont. in next post 🥵)