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My favorite thing about summer is the botanical gardens. Flowers everywhere, the warmth of the sun, the way the grass smells, it makes me lightheaded in the best way. I like watching the bees dip in and out between the petals. The butterflies make me jump a little, which always draws a laugh from you. They can’t hurt you, you say. They’re just doing their thing.
Today, I’m gripping your hand tight as you lead me towards the greenhouse. I’d been staring into the maze of rose-coated hedges when you suggested we check out some of the plants that don’t get as much love in the summer. Let’s go to the greenhouse, you offered, and my face lit up. Everything in there grows big and beautiful, and I immediately agreed. We push past the doors and step into a wall of humid air. The cling of the moisture on my skin makes my sundress flatten against the tops of my thighs.
We weave through the paved paths and I stop to lean over a group of orchids. I breathe deep and feel your fingers on my back, guiding. We move again, you trailing a bit behind me. Stopping again, I stretch upwards on my tiptoes to see something just out of my line of sight. Your hand finds my back again and trails down to the hem of my dress, brushing against my skin. I whip around to look at you, but your hand locks on my wrist and twists me back around.
“Shh,” you whisper, mouth against my ear.
You pull me back a little, towards a group of plants by one of the greenhouse walls. We’re in an almost-corner of the building now, my back towards the wall looking out. Other couples mill around us, mostly too far to pay any mind. Your hand slides over my ass and down between my thighs. I stifle a little gasp when you push your fingertips against my panties, rubbing soft circles into the fabric. My eyes are wide as I look into your face, but you are as calm as can be.
“There’s other people,” I say and you smile.
“You’ll just have to keep quiet,” you respond. “You know how to do that, right?”
I nod and you increase the pace of your fingers, pushing harder. I can feel how quickly I’m getting wet. It’s becoming increasingly obvious. I can feel how smug you are; it hovers over my shoulder as you lean across to see the nearby flowers. I can’t focus. I’m warm from the heat of the greenhouse and the heat you’re stirring up.
You push my panties to the side and slide your fingers between my lips. I tense and you pause. I can feel you lean closer until your lips press against my neck. I melt. It’s my weakest point. Your fingers resume spreading and circling, and then, you press into me, fast. My mouth opens and no sound comes out. My knees shake and you know you’ve hit the right spot. A second finger inside me and another grazing my clit, I lean back against you, eyes closed.
im not gonna like stop using this site or anything but i can pretty confidently say this is one of the dumbest moves ive seen a site make in a while. instead of fixing the actual problems with their website ie pornbots on every fucking post, actual pedophiles, theyre just going to ban everything horny which most likely isnt going to solve those problems and is going to hurt lots of sex workers and artists as well as drive people off the site
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