I am laying in the middle of the field, all by myself. I have stripped down to just my lingerie, knowing no one is around to see me. My hand lowers to my smooth, pouting pussy. The barest touch of my fingers is almost enough to make me cum. My middle finger slips between my lips, teasing my clit with slow deliberations. I touch it and feel the first wave of ecstasy. I move my fingers faster with each caress. Then I am frantically frigging my clit, moaning, almost yelling, but I know I am alone, so I do not care. My hand is not enough, it never is. I want to be stuffed and totally full. With my other hand I grab some flowers. I see a brief flash of blue, yellow, and purple as I snap the stems a hand span away from the flower. Bunching the stems together, I spread my pussy lips apart and push the stems into my vagina. I need more. Almost every flower within arm’s length is quickly gathered, and slid into my pussy. I have a feeling of fullness. It drives me wild as I play with my clit. I am almost there.
One last flower wraps its delicate lips around my clit, sucking and tickling. I arch my back, howling as I go to the blurry white place. My mind and body explode as my pussy spurts its juices onto the flowers. My body shakes and my face contorts as I embrace my orgasm.
I go flaccid…panting, sweating, dripping. My body is the colors of the rainbow as I close my eyes and drift away…..
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