The full moon is above as we head outside, wine glasses in hand.
The night is quiet except for the rustling of some branches.
We can see some bats swooping for bugs as we sit down on the loveseat.
My bare feet swing up on your lap, cold against your bare skin.
Your breath catches and stutters as my toes begin to move, teasing you to hardness.
I take a sip of my wine as you close your eyes and surrender to the feelings.
And the creatures of the night watch as I gently push you to the ground, dripping wine on me for you to lap up before you make me cum.