snuffalupicus
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I was barely able to keep the car on the road through the in-transit felacio. Looking at the way you revel in my seminal fluids I find myself inspired not to let the evening diminish so precipitously. Recovering from the lascivious fog long enough to get my wits about me I notice the highway sign for a national park. The parks are neglected places, practically uninhabited at the dusk of the day. With a smirk I pull off down the gravel laid road. We park deep in the back of the lot under a birch tree unlit and tucked away behind a twenty foot metal storage bin. You clean up breifly and I pack the sweat meats under zipper for a twilight picnic. I take you down one of the narrow paths into the thick brush, and we duck under a sign, "TRAIL CLOSED habitat recovery". Long yellow green hanging mosses grow thick around the path. Finding a sheltered spot under a willow our skin looking nearly blue in the fading light I take off my shirt and lay it on the undergrowth. I set you down and proceed to pull your legs apart, and your panties aside and go to work on your undergrowth.


