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They point high over the surging grasses, slim youthful legs waving unreservedly and moving in a consistent movement. There appears to be no importance at first just legs, youthful, cheerful and stripped from the tip to all that I can see, planted among the harvest time grasses. Minutes after the fact everything turns into that much clearer, a couple of female bare legs turn out to be more obvious as I keep strolling towards their area. With each walk I take I see a greater amount of their shape, 2 youthful legs apparently having a place with a lady jutting high over the ground, and with them I simply make out the state of a man’s body, his back and adjusted base seem bare looked down straddled between her legs, covering the majority of her body however moving with a consistent movement. I see his base, rising and falling pushing into her with her legs moving and twitching upwards because of his activities. I stop still for a minute, not wishing to make a sound or attract thoughtfulness regarding my essence acknowledging what I am seeing. I might be a touch of meddling yet this isn’t private land they are on, do they understand anybody can see them would it be a good idea for them to walk along these lines? I am not importance to keep an eye on their open air sex, but rather I can’t resist watching and gazing. As he moves marginally I can simply begin to make out her dim hair falling around her shoulders spilling onto the ground around her in full waves. At that point the sound, yes her sound reverberating profound from inside her body, she is groaning as he keeps on infiltrating her body. Ok I take a brisk breath, it sounds great, it sounds so crude to really hear her clamors as he fucks profound into her body, so energetic knowing they are having intercourse here in the field that I am likewise in. I begin to feel some portion of her groans as I listen increasingly to their sexual vitality. I don’t move away, I don’t feel slanted to, simply somewhat hover where there is less shot of being found
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