Floralia
Angel Spice, dressed in white cotton vest and tight white shorts, walks through an apple orchard, admiring the blossom and adding a sprig to her hair. Her small titties need no bra, the thin white vest making it clear her breasts are free beneath. She stops to pick some dandelions, blowing their delicate seeds into the wind, her long auburn hair so straight. The beautiful Russian peels off her top, her pale breasts feeling the chill of the air, her dark red nipples tingling. Her shorts are undone, the zipper down. They're only staying up because they cling so tightly to her hips. With a picnic blanket spread out on the ground, Angel stops to read from her book awhile. But her nipples feel so good to be free that Angel begins to wonder what it would feel like if she was totally naked. Her hands caress her breasts and then roam down her waist to pull her shorts off up her long legs. She sits up and spreads her legs open, toying with her hair, her bald pussy on show. Lying on her side, she raises one leg and feels the wind as it rolls up one thigh, tickles her slim pussy, and rides up her other. She turns onto her stomach, hard nipples grazing the blanket, and spreads her legs wide. Her sweet, pale ass and wanton pussy available. Lust courses through her as she raises her ass from the floor, her peachy cheeks aching for your touch, her puffy pussy squeezed between slim thighs. It feels so good to be naked out in the open, Angel writhes on her blanket, twisting and turning, her legs falling open, her hands exploring her body. She wants to be explored, lifting her hips from the floor, bucking up slowly, dreaming of a companion's caress.
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