Adam was alive behind her, springing forth as savagely as the plants around her in the garden soil were springing with fresh blossoms. At his silent command she bent over the old stone bench in the midst of the rousing rain storm and took his c**k within her pulsing cunt. She felt him throb until he was about to shoot his hot liquid within her. Then in an act of homage, she turned and dropped to her knees in the earth at his feet and offered him her mouth to finish his satisfaction. He smiled down on her for an instant before the rod exploded, then he clamped his hands into her hair and rode her mouth like he’d ride her cunt. Selfless then, she opened wide and received from him everything she needed. She was satisfied to be his, to belong to him as his sanctified servant of pleasure
