August night. Shooting stars streak the sky. Hilltop perch. Me and my man. Blankets spread. Sleeping bags unzipped. We hike the dark trail. Find flat ground. Lie close. Hands clasped. Gaze at infinity. Whisper wishes. A meteor trails fire. His hands slip under my sweater. Caress hot skin. Tender. I grab his cock through jeans. Rock hard. Determined. He gasps. Shocked sigh. Presses harder. Unclasps my bra. ‘Free your tits from lace prison.’ Breasts spill out. Revel in liberty. Fingers circle areolas. Tingles rush south. Clit awakens. Nipples stiffen. Hungry. Begging to be sucked. Devoured. I guide his hand between thighs. He cups my pussy. Swollen. Lips slide. Slick nectar flows. Strips me bare. Naked under stars. Cool air bites. But fire burns inside. I rise. Strip him. Lay him down. Eyes shut. Breathing quickens. Balls shaved. Nestled in fine hair. Cock rests. I kneel. Blow soft on sac. They twitch. Shaft swells. Head gleams in dark. Ruby red. Pale corona. Dark frenulum. Memory sharp. Blow up shaft. Tease glans. First pearl beads. Tongue darts. Salty sweet. Not bitter cum. Lick slit. Probe meatus. He moans. Hands idle on his body. No rolling balls. He loves it. But tonight? My rules. No finger in ass. Head on belly. Suck glans slow. Swells huge. Tongue laps crown. Circles endless. He pants. I crave seed. Gland only. Later, he’ll claim me. Fruit bursts. Hot jets on tongue. Swallow each pulse. Warm. Thick. Suck gentle. Chase last bitter drop. Blood-tinged.