Nymphs of the Woods

Nymph of the Woods I linger in the enticing dappled shade of a forest glade awaiting my faun - to stroke the hair on his legs and what is between them, longing to feel him grazing my nipples as I stroke the horns and to feel him rough against me as he turns me round against my tree straining hard and high. I feel the hairs on his skin  rough against the softness on the back of my legs as he positions me, his cock finding its place eager to be inside me. I lift just a little and he is there pushing forward and I'm so wet he slides right in, so much of him filling me with his hardness and me melting as he holds me there for what seems like forever he is so much in control thrusting fast and hard, then slow and steady so I think it will never end ......

So we whispered to each other, nymphs of the forest, awaiting our fauns and touching each other just where we imagined the fauns would touch us: lips on nipples, tongues probing the wetness of each other, making it wetter till we gasped with the pleasure of it.