I did, I had to, I couldn’t, wouldn’t argue.
I opened for him as he pressed me into the green of the lawn. The cool of the grass against my cheek giving way to the heat of the earth below. Face down, hands pinned behind my back and his knees spreading mine open.
Petals were crushed beneath my body the scent of the blooms bursting, filling my nose with floral tones sweet against the soil.
His cock pushed hard into me rubbed me into the ground, every grunting thrust making me of the earth, fetid receptacle of his seed.