If you go down in the woods today

A woodland path, footsteps on gravel.
Dusk approaches, eagerness grows.
A chance to take, a plan to action.
As darkness grows the path is left.
Leaves crunch underfoot, hands clasp close.
A place is found, a tall wide oak.
Hands push against chest, the trunk offers support.
Lips meet and hands fumble.
A belt is undone, a zipper is pulled.
A neck is nibbled, firm breasts are toyed.
Knees meet ground, a waistband tugged.
Warm fleshed released, hardness grows.
A hand wrap tight, heartbeats race.
Lips part, warm breath released.
Tongue meets tip, an excited twitch.
Bulbous head enveloped by eager mouth.
Hair pulled back, a view to behold as eyes meet eyes and the night grows cold.
Unashamed moans release as deep it goes.
Right down the throat till groin touches nose.
Hips move, tongue swirls.
Pre cum rises and juices flow.
The time draws close, a hand jerks faster.
Balls grow tight, a point is reached.
A warning is offered and yet ignored.
Cum shoots forth, her work here done.