oh, help, yes!’
As I lean sprawled against the tree, all my resistance overcome, you pull my polo shirt over my head and unclip my sports bra. XXX You know that you have made a conquest, that I am now yours just as much as if you had planted your flag on my head. There is some shrubbery along the edge of the wood, cutting off our view of the fairway, but under the larger trees the ground is fairly bare. Your well-built frame goes rigid like stone for a brief moment, and then vibrates in ecstasy – and you heighten your intense, blazing climax by crushing your nipples between your fingers before flinging your arms wide to clutch at the tree trunk, and you give a long groaning yowl. I am 26 years old, and have played on the women’s professional circuit for the last five years.
