Fruit season

Some dude slid me a fat basket stuffed with all my go-to fruits. Still wondering why I’m such a fan of fruit season? Let me give you the picture version—nothing left to the imagination. My tits spill out of that tiny lace top, nipples pressing hard like they’ve got somewhere to be. He’s got me bent just right so my ass cheeks frame the view, thong string disappearing between them like a tease. Then there’s the money shot: his cock, glistening and heavy, sliding slick between my tits while fruit juice runs down my skin. The next one shows my mouth stretched wide around the head, spit and juice mixing, dripping off my chin. Last one? I’m on all fours, juices running down my thighs, getting fucked senseless while the basket tips and fruit rolls everywhere. You see why fruit gets me every damn time?