After returning from a ride, Deke felt hot and tired. He tore off his sweaty shirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing his tanned, naked taut torso, across which that the midday sun cast shadows. With both arms up, and with eyes closed, he ran tired fingers through a shock of dark brown hair.
Deke flexed his biceps, stretched and let out a huge sigh.
Colleen swooned. She had been spying on him from a few yards away; her head peeping around a fence post. She longed to stroke his body. Looking at the tattoo above the line of his jeans, she imagined tracing a line with her fingertips around it.
Colleen began to feel very aroused and moisture pooled in her pussy. She took a step forward, but unfortunately stepped on a twig.
“I know you're there, ” said Deke. “Come here.”
Standing before him she asked, “What do bad girls get for spying on her sister's sex on legs fiance?”
He pulled Colleen's long red hair back, kicking her legs apart. Deke leaned in, kissed her lips hard, forcing his tongue between her lips. He unbuttoned her shirt, reached inside, fondling her breasts.